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 step
Y'all me to bring rap justice
But I ain't Five-O, y'all know it's
Grey goose and a lotta hydro
describe us as soldier survivors
Stay laced in the best, well dressed with
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 drive 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 with, count your loot wit'
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 like we bringing '88

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

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

This rappin', this is Street-Hop
Now get up off ass like your seat's hot
My live niggas lit up the
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 pimp's drink in his pimp cup
That's the way you get up
Let the diffuse all the tension
Baller convention, free
Hustlers, and killers can move swift
Girls get close, you can where the tool's kept
All my comin' homeys, parolees
Get money, leave the beef alone
Get out my face, you so phoney
Pull out my waist, the fo-forty

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

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

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