Luyện nghe bài hát Made You Look

Uh, uh, uh, now get it all in perspective
For all enjoyment, a song y'all can step wit'
Y'all appointed me to bring rap
But I Five-O, y'all know it's Nas-Yo
Grey goose and a lotta hydro
Only describe us as survivors
Stay in the best, well dressed with finesse
In a tee lookin' for wifey
girl who fly and talks so nicely
Put her in the so she can feel the nice breeze
We can drive the city no doubt
But don't say my topless, say the titties is out
Newness here's the
Put your hand up that you shoot with, your loot wit'
Push the pool in your new crib, same hand that you hoop with
Swing around like you stupid, king town, yeah I been that
You I click-clack where you and your mens 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 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, your time's up
Where them gangstas? Where them at?

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

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

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

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

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