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 bring rap
But I Five-O, y'all know it's Nas-Yo
Grey and a whole lotta hydro
Only us as soldier survivors
Stay laced in the best, well dressed finesse
In a tee lookin' for wifey
Thug girl who fly and talks so
Put her in the so she can feel the nice breeze
We can through the city no doubt
But don't say my car's topless, say the is out
Newness the Anthem
Put hand up that you shoot with, count your loot wit'
Push the pool stick in your new crib, same hand that you with
around like you stupid, king o'the town, yeah I been that
You know I where you and your mens at?
Do the Smurf, do the Wop, Bat
Rooftop like we '88 back

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

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

This ain't rappin', is Street-Hop
Now get up off ass like your seat's hot
My niggas lit up the reefer
Trunk car, we got the street sweeper
start none, won't be none
No reason for mans to panic
You want to see no ambulances
Knock a pimp's drink down in his cup
That's the way you get up
Let the music all the tension
Baller convention, free
Hustlers, dealers and killers can move
Girls get close, you can feel where the tool's
All my just homeys, parolees
Get money, the beef alone slowly
Get out my face, you people so
out my waist, the eagle fo-forty

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

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

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