Luyện nghe bài hát Look at Me

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

Look, I from rags to riches, stank hoes to bad bitches
Stealin' niggaz to TV's in Expeditions
is how I play it everyday, all day
I it all the way real, I can't see it no other way

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

Let's get this shit
My officer's gonna know what happened
out the way I'm H O T and 'bout that action
Hooded up dem slugs and face-maskin', camouflage fashion

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

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

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

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

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

Sound system on
on the doobie almost grubbed, dang, it burnt in my lap
Smokin' with the window up
(Windows up)
Traffic up, middle finger up

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

Gangsters, that might not even look like
With trophies up under shelf, sky ballers, all kind of Benzes
Player type individuals, out times a thousand
Those nigguh-ish niggaroles bosses, gazillionaires
New millennium high rollers real as hoodlums thugs
House parties strip gamblin' shacks and hole in the wall clubs

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

Man, it's like neighborhood with 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

my dreams, I'm a rich, bitch
And when I hit yo' I'ma blind a bitch
Shine, sellin' got me buyin' shit
Dyin'? Gon' be here past ninety-nine,

Rewind hoes back to time slick
So nigga slap that bitch, bat that
Kick her in the ass and tell hoe Hot Boy in this, bitch
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
right behind me, I'm drivin' too fast

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

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

E-Feezy and the 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 respect it
off the heezy, what? Beyotch