Luyện nghe bài hát LOOKIN AT ME SIDEWAYS

(Verse 1:)
Now baby you get a crook in your neck looking at me sideways
I play high stakes made crook in a wave
Must be something on my
Yelling that they ought no tell em what they on MySpace dot com
Bold type rhetoric
You gon' clickety click and get your split
What the hell you look on a message board
Discussing whether or not the brother is core
I ain't got to to any of you
anything I ever said was is the truth but I'm ready to do it
And do it leisurely, Ant 10 beats a week
So it I'll put the record how it needs to be
I understand I ain't perfect
I been a thugged out nerd all my
Thank God I ain't got to serve dirt or snatch purses at
I feed with the verses I write
And I fill them with my personal
Had some of y'all for my life
For what I've had the to recite
I cut my grass grow, bring the to light
Now baby you ain't never heard me I'm
And I'm surgical like, this bitch Jake
You know that shit fuck around and get a closed and I'm old fashioned
Trying to figure out how we got from Whip to this silly bullshit
It's just so
But it impossible to solve
I ain't learned jack shit from at all
Let me hear you abusing the culture I
I'll come across the and get involved like this here

(Chorus:)
I'm just here to play my part, and inbetween scenes got to on guard
I way out y'all, you just don't get me dog
You gon fuck around and miss me dog, it ain't my
And love the way I talk
Eyes get real wide when I say my
I ain't way out y'all, you don't get me dog
You gon fuck around and me dog, it ain't my fault

(Verse 2:)
Tabernacle my hand, expand to the size of a big black statue
Divide it by the lightning speed they can move
It ain't an autograph, do math I'm a smack you
I like to pull up my and lean back too
vegetables, mix em with fast food
I'm Stern meets Howard Zinn
How could you not a pal in him and get attracted too
I take it for you when possible
If your hear then I'm confiding in you
Pop me, "Ali what's bothering you
you want to tell your friends you and your father are cool"
"NO." You got X's than the Honorable Elijah Muhammed do
But that ain't my problem you
Truth is your just an impossible
You get hostile with fools their honest with you
I could make me a snide little or two
But I see what that nonsense would prove
I don't give fake props to the dude or walk around in his
I do what the Qu'ran says to do and respect him
Now I ain't even to get clandestine
But best believe I'm a get destined
Be it an or a fixed up F10
It's better this bus, best friend believe that
I ain't got a free to lean back
2 coming out and Faheem need that
Plus I teach him how to read on a Leap Pad
bright, smiling like "look at me dad! "
That's the shit that I'm in to I to the death
I'm every bit as gangster as them fools
If I wasn't G I wouldn't like this
If you were a G you wouldn't know I exist, you bitch
(I don't understand what they're
But little did they they could get a smack for that, man)
So I'd advise you to shut the up
Silly

(Chorus)

(Bridge: x2)
I clap your hand to the beat y'all
the beat make you clap your hands
I clap your hand to the beat y'all
the beat make you clap your hands