Luyện nghe bài hát Look at Me

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

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

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

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

I'm all that luxury, I'm also 'bout
(Luxury)
Puttin' 50 in yo' head, boy, if you 'bout fuckin' me
I'ma be here fo' a minute, you gotta 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

burn platinum on my pinkie
(Look at me)
Squattin' twenty Twinkies
(Look at me)

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

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

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

I don't associate or surround myself C.I.'s
Confidential Informants snitches affidavits 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
With trophies up under they shelf, sky ballers, all kind of
Player type individuals, thugged out a thousand
Those nigguh-ish lieutenants bosses, gazillionaires
New millennium high rollers real as hoodlums thugs
House parties strip joints gamblin' shacks and hole in the wall

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

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

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

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

Now, now, come the youngest
Wayne, you can call me
Flyin' up the in a Lamborghini
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 twist my
I'm duckin' sheets and I avoid the Feds
If you think that you can us, boi, go ahead

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

E-Feezy and the in this motherfucker, man
(The Hot Boys)
Juvenile, you heard me
(Bosco)

The B.G., the one stun'na
Baby, Thirty-Two Gold, ya me?
The Bay and the U P T
We connected, nigga, you respect it
off the heezy, what? Beyotch