Luyện nghe bài hát Made You Look (Remix)

Uh, uh, uh, now let's get it all in
For all y'all enjoyment, a y'all can step wit'
Y'all me to bring rap justice
But I ain't Five-O, y'all it's Nas-Yo
Grey and a whole lotta hydro
Only describe us as soldier
Stay in the best, well dressed with finesse
In a tee lookin' for wifey
Thug girl who fly and so nicely
Put her in the coupe so she can feel the breeze
We can through the city no doubt
But don't say my car's topless, say the is out
Newness here's the
Put your hand up you shoot 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, I been that
You know I click-clack where you and mens 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
Gettin' Big money, playboy your up
them gangstas? Where them dimes at?

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

ain't rappin', this is Street-Hop
Now get up off your ass like seat's hot
My niggas lit up the reefer
Trunk o'the car, we got the sweeper
Don't none, won't be none
No reason for mans to panic
You don't want to see no
a pimp's drink down 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 feel the tool's kept
All my just comin' homeys,
Get money, leave the alone slowly
Get out my face, you people so
Pull out my waist, the fo-forty

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

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

I see niggas runnin', yo my is real rude
I lay you out, show you steel do
Mobsters don't box, my pump obliges
invitation to fight you punk hazas
Like Pun said, "You ain't en mi clasa!"
Maybach Benz, back seat, T.V.
lookin' for athletes or rappers
Whatever you choose, you do
Make he a thug and intelligent too
Like a real is, show me love
Lemme how the head is
whose the sexiest is always 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, niggas consciousness