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Video Karaoke Liedje Made You Look - Nas

Deze opname is een cover van Made You Look beroemd gemaakt door Nas

Inbegrepen indelingen:

CDG (MP3+G)
MP4
KFN
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Het bestandsformaat CDG (ook wel genoemd CD+G or MP3+G) is geschikt voor de meeste karaokemachines. Het bevat een MP3-bestand plus de gesynchroniseerde tekst (Karaoke Versie verkoopt geen cd's, maar uitsluitend de digitale bestanden).

Het is mogelijk om zomaar MP4 bestanden op MAC OS X en Windows7 bij default af te spelen.
Als u Windows XP of Vista gebruikt, moet u gebruik maken van Windows Media Player 12.

Dit bestandsformaat is geschikt voor KaraFun Windows Player, gratis karaokesoftware. Daarmee kune je de achtergrondzang of de hoofdzang aan of uit zetten of de toonhoogte of het tempo bepalen.

Je aankoop maakt het mogelijk de video in alle formaten te downloaden zo vaak je wilt.

Over

Met achtergrondkoor (met of zonder achtergrondzang in de KFN-versie)

Heeft hetzelfde tempo als het originele: 95.4 BPM

Op dezelfde toonhoogte als het origineel: Fm

Tijdsduur: 03:23 - Preview aan: 02:11

Release datum: 2003
Genres: Rap & Hip-Hop, Engels
Originele schrijver: Jeremiah Patrick Lordan, Salaam Remi, Nas

Alle beschikbare bestanden voor download zijn backing tracks, het is niet de originele muziek.

Lyrics Made You Look

Huh huh huh
Now let's get it all in perspective
For all y'all enjoyment a song y'all can step wit'
Y'all appointed me to bring rap justice
But I ain't five-O y'all know it's Nas yo
Grey goose and a whole lotta hydro
Only describe us as soldier survivors
Stay laced in the best well dressed with finesse in a white tee lookin' for wifie
Thug girl who fly and talks so nicely
Put her in the coupe so she can feel the nice breeze
We can drive through the city no doubt but don't say my car's topless
Say the titties is out newness here's the anthem
Put your hand up that you shoot with count your loot wit'
Push the pool stick in your new crib same hand that
You hoop with swing around like you stupid
King'a the town yeah I been that
You know I click-clack where you and your men's at
Do the smurf do the wop baseball bat
Rooftop like we bringing eighty-eight back
They shootin' ah made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Gettin' big money playboy your time's up
Where them gangstas? where them dimes at?
They shootin' ah made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Gettin' big money playboy your time's up
Where them gangstas at? where them dimes at?
This ain't rappin' this is Street-Hop
Now get up off your like your seat's hot
My live niggaz lit up the reefer trunk'a the car we got the streetsweeper
Don't start none won't be none no reason for your mans to panic
You don't wanna see no ambulances
Knock a pimp's drink down in his pimp cup
That's the way you get Timberland'd up
Let the music diffuse all the tension
Ball or convention free admission
Hustlers dealers and killers can move swift
Girls get close you can feel where the tool's kept
All my just-comin' homies parolees
Get money leave the beef alone slowly
Get out my face you people so phoney
Pull out my waist the eagle fo-forty
They shootin' ah made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Gettin' big money playboy your time's up
Where them gangstas? where them dimes at?
They shootin' ah made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Gettin' big money playboy your time's up
Where them gangstas at? where them dimes at?
I see crackin's runnin' yo my mood is real rude
I lay you out show you what steel do
Mobsters don't box my pump shot obliges
Every invitation to fight you punk hazas
Like Pun said you ain't even en mi clasa
Maybach Benz back seat TV plasma
Ladies lookin' for athletes or rappers
Whatever you choose whatever you do
Make sure he a thug and intelligent too
Like a real thoroughbred is show me love lemme feel how the head is
Females whose the sexiest is always the nastiest
And I like a little sassiness a lotta class
Mommy reach in your bag pass the fifth
I'm a leader at last this a don you wit'
My nines'll spit
G's loose consciousness

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