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 lace game, nigga
Do it the way we do it E 4 0, Charlie Hustle

Look, I went from to riches, stank hoes to bad bitches
Stealin' niggaz cars to in Expeditions
is how I play it everyday, all day
I it all the way real, I can't see it no other way

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

Let's get this cracklin'
My probation officer's gonna know happened
Stay out the way I'm H O T and 'bout that
Hooded up dem slugs and face-maskin', camouflage fashion

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 gotta 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 platinum on my pinkie
(Look at me)
Squattin' inch Twinkies
(Look at me)

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

Charlie Hustle on it in the lane, drivin' slow
With a case of tall cans and some broccoli and a hoe
Squattin' four times, Zenith wides and vogues
'Bout snuffin' down, next to me is the call from the frogs

Sound on bloo-blam-blam
on the doobie almost grubbed, dang, it burnt in my lap
Smokin' trees with the up
(Windows up)
Traffic backed up, finger up

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

Gangsters, killers that might not even like
With trophies up under they shelf, sky ballers, all of Benzes
Player type individuals, out times a thousand
Those nigguh-ish lieutenants bosses, gazillionaires
New millennium wars rollers real as hoodlums thugs
House parties strip 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' straight, nigga and go and buy some shit
TV's when I ride bitch
And hide these hoes behind Limo tints

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

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

Now, now, here come the
Wayne, you can me Weezy
up the interstate in a Lamborghini
Police behind me, I'm drivin' too fast

I pull over on the grass, they 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 avoid the
If you think you can stop us, boi, go ahead

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

and the HB's 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
off the heezy, what? Beyotch