Luyện nghe bài hát LOOKIN AT ME SIDEWAYS

(Verse 1:)
Now baby you gon' get a crook in your looking at me sideways
I high stakes made crook in a crime wave
Must be on my face
Yelling that they ought no tell em what spellin on MySpace dot com
Bold type face
You gon' click and get your head split
What the hell you like on a message board
Discussing whether or not the brother is core
I got to prove to any of you
That anything I ever said was is the but I'm ready to do it
And do it leisurely, Ant give 10 a week
So fuck it put the record how it needs to be
I understand I ain't alright
I been a out nerd all my life
Thank God I ain't got to dirt or snatch purses at night
I feed with the verses I write
And I fill them with my personal
Had some of y'all concerned for my
For what I've had the nerve to
I cut my grass grow, bring the to light
Now baby you ain't heard me I'm tight
And I'm surgical like, with bitch Jake
You know that shit around and get a closed casket and I'm old fashioned
Trying to out how we got from Whipper Whip to this silly bullshit
It's so tragic
But it ain't to solve
I ain't learned jack shit from at all
Let me hear you abusing the I adore
I'll come across the hall and get involved this here

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

(Verse 2:)
Tabernacle my hand, to the size of a big black granite statue
Divide it by the lightning speed they can move
It an autograph, do that math I'm a smack you
I like to pull up my pants and lean too
Organic vegetables, mix em with fast
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 this I'm confiding in you
Pop call me, "Ali bothering you
Don't you want to tell your friends you and father are cool"
"NO." You got more X's the Honorable Elijah Muhammed do
But ain't my problem with you
Truth is your an impossible dude
You get hostile with fools when their honest you
I could make me a snide comment or two
But I don't see that nonsense would prove
I don't give fake to the dude or walk around in his shoes
I just do what the Qu'ran says to do and him
Now I ain't even here to get
But believe I'm a get what's destined
Be it an Escalade or a up F10
better than this bus, best friend believe that
I got a free minute to lean back
2 coming out and Faheem need that
Plus I wanna 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 defend to the
I'm every bit as gangster as them fools
If I wasn't G I wouldn't flow this
If you were a G you wouldn't know I exist, you bitch
(I don't understand they're sayin'
But did they know they could get a smack for that, man)
So I'd advise you to the fuck up
muhfucka

(Chorus)

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