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, know it's Nas-Yo
Grey goose and a lotta hydro
Only describe us as survivors
laced in the best, well dressed with finesse
In a white tee for wifey
Thug girl who fly and talks so
Put her in the so she can feel the nice breeze
We can drive through the city no
But say my car's topless, say the titties is out
Newness the Anthem
Put your hand up that you shoot with, count your loot
Push the pool in your new crib, same hand that you hoop with
Swing around like you stupid, king o'the town, yeah I that
You know I click-clack where you and your at?
Do the Smurf, do the Wop, Bat
Rooftop we bringing '88 back

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

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

This rappin', this is Street-Hop
Now get up off your ass like your hot
My niggas lit up the reefer
Trunk o'the car, we got the sweeper
Don't start none, won't be
No reason for your mans to
You want to see no ambulances
Knock a pimp's drink down in his cup
That's the way you get up
Let the diffuse all the tension
convention, free admission
Hustlers, dealers and killers can swift
Girls get close, you can feel where the kept
All my just comin' homeys,
Get money, leave the 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 gangstas? Where them at?

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

I see niggas runnin', yo my is real rude
I lay you out, show you what do
Mobsters box, my pump shot obliges
Every to fight you punk hazas
Pun said, "You ain't even en mi clasa!"
Maybach Benz, back seat, T.V.
Ladies lookin' for athletes or
Whatever you choose, you do
Make sure he a thug and too
Like a real thoroughbred is, me love
Lemme feel how the 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 a don you wit'
My spit, niggas loose consciousness