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 rap justice
But I ain't Five-O, y'all know it's
Grey and a whole lotta hydro
describe us as soldier survivors
Stay laced in the best, well dressed with
In a white tee for wifey
Thug who fly and talks so nicely
Put her in the coupe so she can feel the breeze
We can drive through the city no
But don't say my car's topless, say the is out
here's the Anthem
Put your hand up that you shoot with, count your loot
Push the 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 where you and your at?
Do the Smurf, do the Wop, Bat
Rooftop we bringing '88 back

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

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

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

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

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

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

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