Luyện nghe bài hát Made You Look (Remix)

Uh, uh, uh, now get it all in perspective
For all enjoyment, a song y'all can step wit'
appointed me to bring rap justice
But I ain't Five-O, y'all it's Nas-Yo
goose and a whole lotta hydro
Only describe us as soldier
Stay laced in the best, well dressed finesse
In a white tee lookin' for
girl who fly and talks so nicely
Put her in the so she can feel the nice breeze
We can drive through the no doubt
But say my car's topless, say the titties is out
here's the Anthem
Put your hand up that you shoot with, count your wit'
Push the pool stick in your new crib, same hand you hoop with
Swing around like you stupid, king o'the town, yeah I been
You know I click-clack where you and your at?
Do the Smurf, do the Wop, Bat
Rooftop we bringing '88 back

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

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

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

They shootin', Aw you look
You a to a page in my rhyme book
Gettin' Big money, playboy time's up
them gangstas? 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 niggas runnin', yo my is real rude
I lay you out, show you steel do
Mobsters don't box, my pump shot
invitation to fight you punk hazas
Like Pun said, "You ain't en mi clasa!"
Benz, back seat, T.V. plasma
Ladies lookin' for or rappers
you choose, whatever you do
Make he a thug and intelligent too
Like a thoroughbred is, show me love
Lemme feel how the is
Females the sexiest is always the nastiest

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