Luyện nghe bài hát Made You Look (Remix)

Uh, uh, uh, now get it all in perspective
For all y'all enjoyment, a y'all can step wit'
Y'all appointed me to bring rap
But I ain't Five-O, y'all know it's
Grey goose and a whole hydro
Only describe us as survivors
laced in the best, well dressed with finesse
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 no doubt
But don't say my car's topless, say the is out
Newness the Anthem
Put your up that you shoot with, count your loot wit'
Push the pool stick in your new crib, same hand 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
Rooftop we bringing '88 back

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

ain't rappin', this is Street-Hop
Now get up off your ass like your hot
My live lit up the reefer
o'the car, we got the street sweeper
Don't start none, be none
No for your mans to panic
You don't to see no ambulances
Knock a drink 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 move
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 people so
Pull out my waist, the eagle

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

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

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

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