Luyện nghe bài hát Made You Look (Remix)

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 know it's
goose and a whole lotta hydro
Only describe us as survivors
Stay laced in the best, well with 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 city no
But say my car's topless, say the titties is out
Newness here's the
Put your up that you shoot with, count your loot wit'
Push the pool stick in new crib, same hand that you hoop with
Swing around 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 bringing '88

They shootin', Aw you look
You a slave to a page in my book
Gettin' Big money, your time's up
them gangstas? Where them 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 rappin', this is Street-Hop
Now get up off your ass like your hot
My niggas lit up the reefer
Trunk car, we got the street sweeper
Don't start none, won't be
No reason for mans to panic
You don't want to see no
Knock a pimp's drink in his pimp cup
That's the way you get up
Let the diffuse all the tension
Baller convention, admission
Hustlers, dealers and killers can move
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 so phoney
Pull out my waist, the fo-forty

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

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

I see niggas runnin', yo my mood is rude
I lay you out, show you what do
Mobsters don't box, my shot obliges
Every to fight you punk 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
sure he a thug and intelligent too
Like a thoroughbred is, show me love
feel how the head is
Females whose the is always the nastiest

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