Luyện nghe bài hát Made You Look (Remix)

Uh, uh, uh, now let's get it all in
For all y'all enjoyment, a song can step wit'
Y'all appointed me to bring rap
But I Five-O, y'all know it's Nas-Yo
Grey goose and a whole hydro
Only us as soldier survivors
Stay laced in the best, well dressed finesse
In a tee lookin' for wifey
Thug girl who fly and talks so
Put her in the coupe so she can feel the nice
We can drive through the no doubt
But don't say my topless, say the titties is out
Newness the Anthem
Put hand up that you shoot with, count your loot wit'
Push the pool stick in your new crib, same hand that you hoop
Swing around like you stupid, king 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
Big money, playboy your time's up
Where them gangstas? them dimes at?

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

This rappin', this is Street-Hop
Now get up off your ass your seat's hot
My niggas lit up the reefer
Trunk car, we got the street sweeper
Don't none, won't be none
No reason for mans to panic
You want to see no ambulances
a pimp's drink down in his pimp cup
That's the way you get up
Let the music all the tension
convention, free admission
Hustlers, dealers and killers can swift
Girls get close, you can feel the tool's kept
All my just homeys, parolees
Get money, the beef alone slowly
Get out my face, you so phoney
out my waist, the eagle fo-forty

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

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?

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

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