Luyện nghe bài hát Look at Me

Whas happenin', whas
You got to love this yere
My boys, my Hot Boys, and [unverified]
'Bout to 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
Stealin' niggaz 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 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 what
Stay out the way I'm H O T and 'bout that
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 'bout fuckin' me
be here fo' a minute, you gotta respect it
(What else?)
There's a lot of out here gettin' killed to accept it

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

Freezer burn on my pinkie
(Look at me)
twenty inch Twinkies
(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, Zenith wides and vogues
snuffin' down, right 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 associate or myself with 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 under shelf, sky ballers, all kind of Benzes
type individuals, thugged out times a thousand
Those nigguh-ish niggaroles lieutenants bosses,
New millennium wars high rollers 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 shit with a gangster bitch
So get yo' paper straight, and go and buy some shit
inside when I ride bitch
And hide these hoes behind Limo tints

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

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

Now, now, here the youngest
Wayne, you can me Weezy
Flyin' up the in a Lamborghini
Police right 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 duckin' sheets 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 heard 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
It's off the heezy, what?