Luyện nghe bài hát Made You Look

Uh, uh, uh, now get it all in perspective
For all y'all enjoyment, a song y'all can step
Y'all appointed me to rap justice
But I ain't Five-O, y'all it's Nas-Yo
Grey goose and a whole lotta
Only us as soldier survivors
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 drive the city no doubt
But don't say my car's topless, say the is out
Newness here's the
Put your hand up that you shoot with, count loot wit'
Push the pool stick in 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 your at?
Do the Smurf, do the Wop, Bat
like we bringing '88 back

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

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

This ain't rappin', is Street-Hop
Now get up off your ass your seat's hot
My niggas lit up the reefer
Trunk car, we got the street sweeper
Don't start none, be none
No for your mans to panic
You want to see no ambulances
Knock a pimp's drink in his pimp cup
the way you get Timberland'd up
Let the diffuse all the tension
convention, free admission
Hustlers, dealers and killers can 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 people so
Pull out my waist, the eagle

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

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

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

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