Luyện nghe bài hát Look at Me

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

Look, I went rags to riches, stank hoes to bad bitches
Stealin' niggaz cars to TV's in
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
Slip up my whole rides, get shot, boy
That's how it go, we straight, do or die, we checkmate holdin'
Then come yo' momma, lay down and kick in the do', nigga
(Juvenile, Juvenile, Juvenile)

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

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

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

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

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

Charlie Hustle on it in the lane, drivin' slow
With a case of tall cans and some 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 almost grubbed, dang, it in my lap
Smokin' trees with the up
(Windows up)
Traffic backed up, middle up

I don't associate or myself with C.I.'s
Confidential Informants snitches affidavits stool
Marks simple Simon sucker sap simps, I be 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
type individuals, thugged out times a thousand
Those nigguh-ish niggaroles lieutenants bosses,
New wars high rollers real as hoodlums thugs
House parties strip joints gamblin' shacks and hole in the clubs

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

Man, it's like shit with a gangster bitch
So get yo' paper straight, nigga and go and buy some
inside when I ride bitch
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 buyin'
Dyin'? be here past ninety-nine, slick

Rewind these hoes back to slick
So slap that bitch, bat that 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, here come the
Wayne, you can me Weezy
up the interstate in a Lamborghini
Police right 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 spit my 3's if you my cheese
I'm duckin' white sheets and I avoid the
If you that you can stop us, boi, go ahead

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

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
It's off the heezy, what?