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'
appointed me to bring rap justice
But I ain't Five-O, y'all know it's
Grey and a whole lotta hydro
Only us as soldier survivors
Stay laced in the best, well with finesse
In a tee lookin' for wifey
Thug who fly and talks so nicely
Put her in the so she can feel the nice 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'
Push the pool stick in your new crib, same hand that you hoop
Swing around like you stupid, king o'the town, yeah I been
You know I click-clack you and your mens at?
Do the Smurf, do the Wop, Bat
Rooftop we bringing '88 back

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

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

This ain't rappin', is Street-Hop
Now get up off your ass like seat's hot
My live 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 don't to see no ambulances
a pimp's drink down in his pimp cup
That's the way you get up
Let the music diffuse all the
Baller convention, free
Hustlers, dealers and can move swift
Girls get close, you can feel where the tool's
All my just comin' homeys,
Get money, the beef alone slowly
Get out my face, you so phoney
out my waist, the eagle fo-forty

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

shootin', Aw made you look
You a to a page in my rhyme book
Gettin' Big money, playboy your up
Where them gangstas? 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 to fight you punk hazas
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 thug and too
Like a real thoroughbred is, me love
feel how the head is
Females whose the sexiest is 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 nines'll spit, loose consciousness