Luyện nghe bài hát Look At Me Now

You know, growin' up in the
You go all kind of thangs, ya heard?
of it's good, some of it's bad
But the thangs you go through in life, you who you are
at me now

And from the day I was born I've been hustlin'
I've been strugglin' a child, now them days is gone
And niggaz said I wouldn't do it now I'm 'em wrong
And now they got hands out like I owe them some
I ain't got time for the bickerin' and on
It too much in the hood I don't know
How many times do I have to say I'm grown
That I'ma Young Buck and still to know when you niggaz is hoes

I still remember them nights under the light
Fiends don't give a damn, they want who got the price
I'm tryin' to right, get it in dough
You see people is fast and the money is slow
We used to in front of the sto', flag down cars
To be a star, go get a glass jar
you cook it and cut it homey go stand out in public
See the work sell if you got enough of it

Plenty been shot but see it's all in the game
Even I took a couple of 'em, but still I
I ain't different from that same lil' figure
I went with no lights and no water nigga
And I'm still hood, that mean I still
Get on the block, and get mine like you
How can I be good, when rappers wanna be
Surroundin' with family, so I can sleep good

And the day I was born I've been hustlin' strong
been strugglin' since a child, now them days is gone
And niggaz said I wouldn't do it now I'm 'em wrong
And now they got their hands out I owe them some
I got time for the bickerin' and carryin' on
It too much in the hood I don't know
How times do I have to say that I'm grown
I'ma Young Buck and still enough to know when you niggaz is hoes

I would me a cancer stick, thinkin' how can I get
My out the bricks and my whole clique legit
Lil' Jimmy and the feds, just me and some Teds
We cuttin' heads, doin' whatever to buy a loaf of
The speed chases, I really loved it
To 50 G's and don't thank nothin' of it
We showed love but wasn't no showed back
Whoa Kemosabe, part of the game is that?

It's a and my war wounds on me can prove it
But look how you made me go and you I can do it
I swear to hold it down for my homeboys
Locked up and don't if they ever comin' home boy
Time keeps tickin', baby's born
That's gon' go through the same stuff that I through and more
You why I hustle, my life's on the line
My baby have milk when she crying, c'mon now

And from the day I was I've been hustlin' strong
been strugglin' since a child, now them days is gone
And niggaz said I wouldn't do it now I'm provin' 'em
And now got their hands out like I owe them some
I ain't got time for the bickerin' and on
It ain't too much in the hood I don't
How many times do I have to say I'm grown
That I'ma Young Buck and still enough to when you niggaz is hoes

Now everybody got hand out
Crackhead Willie spent his millions they ranned out
Shorty don't wanna now because her man out
But just last week, I get it out her damn mouth
Nowhere to go, look like I'm stuck in bricks
Seem like the good die young, the bad get rich quick, enough of
Let me it to a whole 'nother level
Like stoppin' the po-lice from rollin' through the

Ain't nuttin' gettin' but the bills gotta be paid
And money come up short then tecs gotta get sprayed
E'rybody got a grave, we waitin' to go to it
No matter what we do y'all we're still go through it
say that I'm heartless, and don't give a damn
But they will understand, until they get a gram
And this is who I am, not who I be
Open up yo' eyes and see, what streets done-done to me

And the day I was born I've been hustlin' strong
I've strugglin' since a child, now them days is gone
And niggaz said I wouldn't do it now I'm 'em wrong
And now they got their hands out I owe them some
I ain't got time for the and carryin' on
It too much in the hood I don't know
How many times do I to say that I'm grown
I'ma Young Buck and still enough to know when you niggaz is hoes