Luyện nghe bài hát Made You Look (Remix)

Uh, uh, uh, now let's get it all in
For all enjoyment, a song y'all can step wit'
Y'all appointed me to bring rap
But I Five-O, y'all know it's Nas-Yo
Grey and a whole lotta hydro
describe us as soldier survivors
Stay laced in the best, well with finesse
In a tee lookin' for wifey
Thug girl who fly and so nicely
Put her in the coupe so she can feel the breeze
We can through the city no doubt
But don't say my topless, say the titties is out
Newness the Anthem
Put your hand up that you shoot with, count loot wit'
the pool stick in your new crib, same hand that you hoop with
Swing around like you stupid, king o'the town, yeah I that
You know I click-clack you and your mens at?
Do the Smurf, do the Wop, Bat
Rooftop like we '88 back

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

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

This ain't rappin', is Street-Hop
Now get up off your ass your seat's hot
My live lit up the reefer
o'the car, we got the street sweeper
Don't none, won't be none
No reason for your to panic
You don't want to see no
a pimp's drink down in his pimp cup
That's the way you get up
Let the diffuse all the tension
Baller convention, admission
Hustlers, and killers can move swift
Girls get close, you can where the tool's kept
All my just homeys, parolees
Get money, the beef 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 in my rhyme book
Gettin' Big money, playboy your up
Where gangstas? Where them dimes at?

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

I see niggas runnin', yo my mood is real
I lay you out, show you steel do
Mobsters don't box, my shot obliges
Every invitation to fight you punk
Like Pun said, "You even en mi clasa!"
Maybach Benz, back seat, T.V.
lookin' for athletes or rappers
Whatever you choose, you do
sure he a thug and intelligent too
Like a real thoroughbred is, show me
Lemme how the head is
Females the sexiest is always the nastiest

And I a little sassiness, a lotta class
Mommy reach in your bag, pass the
I'm a leader, at this a don you wit'
My nines'll spit, loose consciousness