Luyện nghe bài hát Look at Me

Whas happenin', happenin'?
You got to this 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 from 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 click rides, get shot, boy
That's how it go, we straight, do or die, we checkmate holdin'
Then where yo' momma, lay down and kick in the do', nigga
(Juvenile, Juvenile, Juvenile)

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

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

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

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

I'm like that, like that, what?
I'm like that, it's that
(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' four times, Zenith wides and vogues
'Bout snuffin' down, next to me is the call from the frogs

Sound system on
Puffin' on the almost grubbed, dang, it burnt in my lap
Smokin' trees the window up
(Windows up)
Traffic backed up, finger up

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now, now, here come the
Wayne, you can me Weezy
Flyin' up the in a Lamborghini
Police right me, I'm drivin' too fast

I over on the grass, they want my autograph
I off ki's, I get my G's
I my 3's if you twist my cheese
I'm duckin' white and I avoid 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 number one
Baby, Thirty-Two Gold, ya me?
The Bay and the U P T
We connected, nigga, you respect it
off the heezy, what? Beyotch