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 me to bring rap justice
But I ain't Five-O, y'all it's Nas-Yo
Grey goose and a whole hydro
describe us as soldier survivors
Stay in the best, well dressed with finesse
In a white tee for wifey
Thug who fly and talks so nicely
Put her in the coupe so she can the nice breeze
We can through the city no doubt
But say my car's topless, say the titties is out
Newness here's the
Put your hand up that you shoot with, your loot wit'
Push the pool stick in your new crib, same hand you hoop with
around like you stupid, king o'the town, yeah I been that
You I click-clack where you and your mens at?
Do the Smurf, do the Wop, Bat
like we bringing '88 back

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

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

This 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 street
Don't none, won't be none
No for your mans to panic
You want to see no ambulances
Knock a pimp's down in his pimp cup
the way you get Timberland'd up
Let the music diffuse all the
Baller convention, free
Hustlers, dealers and killers can swift
Girls get close, you can feel where the kept
All my just comin' homeys,
Get money, the beef alone slowly
Get out my face, you people so
Pull out my waist, the eagle

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

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

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