Luyện nghe bài hát Look at Me

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

Look, I went from rags to riches, hoes to bad bitches
niggaz cars to TV's in Expeditions
Thuggin' is how I it everyday, all day
I keep it all the way real, I see it no other way

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

Let's get shit cracklin'
My probation officer's know what happened
Stay out the way I'm H O T and 'bout action
up with 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 thinkin' 'bout 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, and Hot Boys, E-40 and Hot Boys

burn platinum on my pinkie
(Look at me)
Squattin' twenty inch
(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 fast lane, drivin'
With a case of 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 system on
Puffin' on the doobie grubbed, dang, it burnt in my lap
Smokin' with the window up
(Windows up)
Traffic up, middle finger up

I associate or surround myself with C.I.'s
Informants snitches affidavits stool 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 shelf, sky ballers, all kind of Benzes
Player type individuals, out times a thousand
Those nigguh-ish niggaroles bosses, gazillionaires
New wars high rollers real as hoodlums thugs
parties strip joints gamblin' shacks and hole in the wall clubs

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 inside when I ride
And I'ma hide these hoes behind tints

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

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

Now, now, here 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, they want my
I off ki's, I get my G's
I my 3's if you twist my cheese
I'm duckin' white sheets and I avoid the
If you that you can stop us, boi, go ahead

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

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