Luyện nghe bài hát Made You Look (Remix)

Uh, uh, uh, now get it all in perspective
For all enjoyment, a song y'all can step wit'
Y'all appointed me to rap justice
But I Five-O, y'all know it's Nas-Yo
Grey goose and a whole lotta
Only describe us as survivors
Stay laced in the best, dressed with finesse
In a white tee lookin' for
Thug girl who fly and so nicely
Put her in the so she can feel the nice breeze
We can drive through the no doubt
But say my car's topless, say the titties is out
Newness the Anthem
Put hand up that you shoot with, count your loot wit'
the pool stick in your new crib, same hand that you hoop with
Swing around you stupid, king o'the town, yeah I been that
You know I click-clack you and your mens at?
Do the Smurf, do the Wop, Bat
Rooftop like we '88 back

shootin', Aw made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme
Gettin' Big money, playboy your up
Where them gangstas? Where dimes at?

They shootin', Aw made you
You a slave to a in my rhyme book
Big money, playboy your time's up
Where gangstas? Where them dimes at?

This ain't rappin', this is
Now get up off your ass like seat's hot
My live niggas lit up the
Trunk o'the car, we got the street
Don't start none, won't be
No reason for mans to panic
You don't to see no ambulances
Knock a pimp's drink down in his cup
the way you get Timberland'd up
Let the diffuse all the tension
convention, free admission
Hustlers, dealers and can move swift
Girls get close, you can feel where the kept
All my comin' homeys, parolees
Get money, leave the alone slowly
Get out my face, you people so
out my waist, the eagle fo-forty

They shootin', Aw you look
You a slave to a page in my book
Gettin' Big money, your time's up
Where gangstas? Where them dimes at?

shootin', Aw made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme
Gettin' Big money, your time's up
Where them gangstas? them dimes at?

I see runnin', yo my mood is real rude
I lay you out, show you what do
Mobsters don't box, my pump obliges
Every invitation to you punk hazas
Like Pun said, "You ain't en mi clasa!"
Benz, back seat, T.V. plasma
Ladies lookin' for or rappers
Whatever you choose, you do
Make sure he a and intelligent too
Like a real is, show me love
feel how the head is
Females the sexiest is always the nastiest

And I like a little sassiness, a lotta
Mommy reach in bag, pass the fifth
I'm a leader, at last this a don you
My spit, niggas loose consciousness