Luyện nghe bài hát Look at Me

Whas happenin', whas
You got to love yere nigguh
My boys, my Hot Boys, Juve and
'Bout to lace this game,
Do it the way we do it E 4 0, Charlie Hustle

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

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

Let's get shit cracklin'
My probation gonna know what happened
Stay out the way I'm H O T and 'bout 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
be here fo' a minute, you gotta respect it
(What else?)
There's a lot of niggaz out here gettin' to accept it

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rewind these hoes back to time
So nigga slap bitch, bat that batch
Kick her in the ass and that 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
Police right behind me, I'm too fast

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

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

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
It's off the heezy, what?