Luyện nghe bài hát Look at Me

Whas happenin', whas
You got to love this yere
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' niggaz cars to in Expeditions
Thuggin' is how I it everyday, all day
I keep it all the way real, I can't see it no 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 down and kick in the do',
(Juvenile, Juvenile, Juvenile)

Let's get 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 'bout
(Luxury)
Puttin' 50 in yo' head, boy, if you thinkin' 'bout me
I'ma be here fo' a minute, you respect it
(What else?)
There's a lot of niggaz out gettin' killed to accept it

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

Freezer burn platinum on my
(Look at me)
Squattin' twenty inch
(Look at me)

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

Hustle on it in the fast 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, next to me is the call from the frogs

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

I don't associate or surround with C.I.'s
Confidential Informants affidavits stool pigeons
Marks simple Simon sucker sap simps, I be kickin' it tough
the, P.I.'s, hustlers, tycoons

Gangsters, killers might not even look like
With trophies up under they shelf, sky ballers, all kind of
Player type individuals, thugged out a thousand
Those niggaroles lieutenants bosses, gazillionaires
New millennium wars high real as hoodlums thugs
House parties strip joints gamblin' and hole in the wall clubs

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

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

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

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

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

I pull 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 sheets and I avoid the
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 heard me
(Bosco)

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