Luyện nghe bài hát Look at Me

Whas happenin', happenin'?
You got to love this nigguh
My boys, my Hot Boys, and [unverified]
'Bout to lace game, nigga
Do it the way we do it E 4 0, Charlie Hustle

Look, I from rags to riches, stank hoes to bad bitches
Stealin' cars to TV's in Expeditions
is how I play it everyday, all day
I keep it all the way real, I see it no other way

I mines, Hot Boys
Slip up my click rides, get shot, boy
That's how it go, we straight, do or die, we checkmate holdin'
Then come where yo' momma, lay and kick in the do', nigga
(Juvenile, Juvenile, Juvenile)

Let's get this cracklin'
My probation officer's know what happened
Stay out the way I'm H O T and 'bout that
Hooded up with dem slugs and face-maskin', camouflage

I'm all about that luxury, I'm also
(Luxury)
50 in yo' head, boy, if you thinkin' 'bout fuckin' me
I'ma be fo' a minute, you gotta respect it
(What else?)
a lot of niggaz out here gettin' killed to accept it

Beyotch, E-40 and Hot Boys, E-40 and Hot

Freezer burn platinum on my
(Look at me)
Squattin' twenty inch
(Look at me)

I'm like that, it's like that,
I'm like that, it's like
(Look at me)

Charlie on it in the fast lane, drivin' slow
With a case of tall cans and broccoli and a bad-ass hoe
Squattin' four times, gold Zenith and vogues
'Bout down, right next to me is the call from the frogs

Sound on bloo-blam-blam
Puffin' on the almost grubbed, dang, it burnt in my lap
Smokin' trees the window up
(Windows up)
Traffic backed up, finger up

I don't or surround myself with C.I.'s
Informants snitches affidavits stool pigeons
Marks simple Simon sucker sap simps, I be kickin' it real
the, P.I.'s, hustlers, tycoons

Gangsters, killers that might not look like
trophies up under they shelf, sky ballers, all kind of Benzes
Player type individuals, thugged out times a
Those niggaroles lieutenants bosses, gazillionaires
New millennium wars high rollers real as thugs
parties strip joints gamblin' shacks and hole in the wall clubs

Beyotch, E-40 and Hot Boys, and Hot Boys

Man, it's like neighborhood shit a gangster bitch
So get yo' paper straight, nigga and go and buy some
TV's inside I ride bitch
And I'ma hide these behind Limo tints

Fulfill my dreams, I'm a rich,
And when I hit yo' hood blind a bitch
Shine, tape got me buyin' shit
Dyin'? Gon' be past ninety-nine, slick

Rewind these hoes to time slick
So slap that bitch, bat that batch
Kick her in the ass and tell that hoe Hot Boy in this,
So nigga, fuck bitch, tell her suck yo' dick

Now, now, here come the
Wayne, you can call me
Flyin' up the interstate in a
Police right behind me, I'm too fast

I over on the grass, they want my autograph
I off ki's, I get my G's
I spit my 3's if you my cheese
I'm duckin' white sheets and I avoid the
If you think you can stop us, boi, go ahead

E-40 and Hot Boys, E-40 and Hot Boys,

and the HB's in this motherfucker, man
(The Hot Boys)
Juvenile, you about me
(Bosco)

The B.G., the one stun'na
Baby, Gold, ya heard me?
The Bay and the U P T
We connected, nigga, you gotta it
It's off the heezy, what?