Luyện nghe bài hát Look at Me

Whas happenin', happenin'?
You got to love this 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 in Expeditions
Thuggin' is how I it everyday, all day
I keep it all the way real, I see it no other way

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

Let's get this cracklin'
My probation gonna 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 luxury, I'm also 'bout
(Luxury)
50 in yo' head, boy, if you thinkin' 'bout fuckin' me
I'ma be here fo' a minute, you respect it
(What else?)
There's a lot of out here gettin' killed to accept it

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

burn platinum on my pinkie
(Look at me)
Squattin' twenty 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
a case of tall cans and some broccoli and a bad-ass hoe
Squattin' times, gold Zenith wides and vogues
'Bout snuffin' down, right next to me is the call from the

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, middle up

I associate or surround myself with C.I.'s
Confidential Informants affidavits stool pigeons
Marks simple Simon sucker sap simps, I be kickin' it real
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 individuals, thugged out times a thousand
Those nigguh-ish niggaroles bosses, gazillionaires
New millennium wars high real as hoodlums thugs
House parties strip joints shacks and hole in the wall clubs

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

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

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

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

Now, now, come the youngest
Wayne, you can me Weezy
Flyin' up the interstate in a
right behind me, I'm drivin' too fast

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

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

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

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