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 y'all can wit'
Y'all appointed me to rap justice
But I ain't Five-O, know it's Nas-Yo
goose and a whole lotta hydro
Only describe us as soldier
Stay laced in the best, well dressed with
In a white tee for wifey
girl 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
Newness here's the
Put your hand up that you shoot with, count loot wit'
Push the pool stick in your new crib, hand that you hoop with
Swing around like you stupid, king o'the town, yeah I 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 book
Big money, playboy your time's up
Where them gangstas? Where them at?

This ain't rappin', this is
Now get up off your ass like seat's hot
My niggas lit up the reefer
o'the car, we got the street sweeper
Don't none, won't be none
No reason for mans to panic
You don't want to see no
Knock a pimp's drink down in his cup
That's the way you get up
Let the music diffuse all the
convention, free admission
Hustlers, dealers and killers can move
Girls get close, you can feel where the tool's
All my comin' homeys, parolees
Get money, leave the alone slowly
Get out my face, you so phoney
Pull out my waist, the fo-forty

They shootin', Aw you look
You a slave to a 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
them gangstas? Where them dimes at?

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

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