Luyện nghe bài hát Made You Look

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 ain't Five-O, y'all it's Nas-Yo
Grey and a whole lotta hydro
describe us as soldier survivors
Stay in the best, well dressed with 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 drive the city no doubt
But don't say my car's topless, say the is out
Newness the Anthem
Put your hand up you shoot with, count your loot wit'
Push the stick in your new crib, same hand that you hoop with
Swing around like you stupid, king town, yeah I been that
You know I click-clack where you and your at?
Do the Smurf, do the Wop, Bat
Rooftop like we bringing '88

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

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

ain't rappin', this is Street-Hop
Now get up off your ass your seat's hot
My live lit up the reefer
Trunk o'the car, we got the street
Don't none, won't be none
No reason for your to panic
You don't to see no ambulances
a pimp's drink down in his pimp cup
That's the way you get up
Let the music diffuse all the
Baller convention, free
Hustlers, dealers and killers can swift
get close, you can feel where the tool's kept
All my just homeys, parolees
Get money, leave the beef alone
Get out my face, you people so
out my waist, the eagle fo-forty

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

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

I see runnin', yo my mood is real rude
I lay you out, show you what do
Mobsters don't box, my pump shot
Every invitation to fight you hazas
Like Pun said, "You ain't en mi clasa!"
Benz, back seat, T.V. plasma
Ladies 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
Females the sexiest is always the nastiest

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