Luyện nghe bài hát Look at Me

Whas happenin', happenin'?
You got to love this yere
My boys, my Hot Boys, Juve and
'Bout to lace 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
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 represent mines, Hot
Slip up my whole rides, get shot, boy
That's how it go, we straight, do or die, we checkmate niggaz
come where yo' momma, lay down and kick in the do', nigga
(Juvenile, Juvenile, Juvenile)

Let's get this shit
My probation officer's know what happened
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)
50 in yo' head, boy, if you thinkin' 'bout fuckin' me
I'ma be here fo' a minute, you respect it
(What else?)
There's a lot of niggaz out here 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, it's that, what?
I'm that, it's like that
(Look at me)

Charlie on it in the fast lane, drivin' slow
a case of tall cans and some broccoli and a bad-ass hoe
Squattin' four times, gold Zenith 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 the window up
(Windows up)
Traffic backed up, finger up

I don't associate or 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 not even look like
With trophies up under they shelf, sky ballers, all kind of
Player type individuals, out times a thousand
Those niggaroles lieutenants bosses, gazillionaires
New millennium wars high rollers as hoodlums thugs
parties strip joints gamblin' shacks and hole in the wall clubs

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

Man, it's like neighborhood shit with a gangster
So get yo' paper straight, and go and buy some shit
TV's inside 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 got me buyin' shit
Dyin'? be here past ninety-nine, slick

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

Now, now, here the youngest
Wayne, you can call me
Flyin' up the in a Lamborghini
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 spit my 3's if you twist my
I'm white sheets and I avoid the Feds
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?