Luyện nghe bài hát Made You Look

Uh, uh, uh, now let's get it all in
For all y'all enjoyment, a y'all can step wit'
appointed me to bring rap justice
But I ain't Five-O, y'all know Nas-Yo
goose and a whole lotta hydro
Only us as soldier survivors
Stay laced in the best, well dressed with
In a white tee for wifey
girl who fly and talks so nicely
Put her in the coupe so she can feel the nice
We can drive through the city no
But say my car's topless, say the titties is out
here's the Anthem
Put your up that you shoot with, count your loot wit'
the pool stick in your new crib, same hand that you hoop with
Swing like you stupid, king o'the town, yeah I been that
You know I click-clack 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, playboy time's up
Where gangstas? Where them dimes at?

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

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

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

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

I see runnin', yo my mood is real rude
I lay you out, you what steel do
Mobsters don't box, my shot obliges
Every to fight you punk hazas
Pun said, "You ain't even en mi clasa!"
Maybach Benz, seat, T.V. plasma
Ladies lookin' for or rappers
you choose, whatever you do
Make he a thug and intelligent too
Like a real thoroughbred is, me love
Lemme how the head is
Females whose the sexiest is the nastiest

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