Luyện nghe bài hát Look at Me

Whas happenin', happenin'?
You got to this yere 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 rags to riches, stank hoes to bad
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 whole rides, get shot, boy
how it go, we straight, do or die, we checkmate holdin' niggaz
Then come yo' momma, lay down and kick 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 that action
Hooded up dem slugs and face-maskin', camouflage fashion

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

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

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

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

Charlie on it in the fast lane, drivin' slow
With a of tall cans and some broccoli and a bad-ass hoe
Squattin' four times, gold wides and vogues
'Bout snuffin' down, right to me is the call from the frogs

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

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

Gangsters, killers that might not even like
With trophies up they shelf, sky ballers, all kind of Benzes
Player type individuals, thugged out a thousand
Those nigguh-ish niggaroles lieutenants bosses,
New millennium wars high rollers as hoodlums thugs
House parties strip joints gamblin' shacks and hole in the wall

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

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

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

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

Now, now, here the youngest
Wayne, you can me Weezy
Flyin' up the interstate in a
Police right 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 spit my 3's if you twist my
I'm duckin' white sheets and I the Feds
If you think that you can stop us, boi, go

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

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

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