Luyện nghe bài hát Look At Me Now

You know, up in the hood
You go through all kind of thangs, ya
Some of it's good, of it's bad
But the you go through in life, make you who you are
at me now

And from the day I was born I've hustlin' strong
I've been strugglin' since a child, now them 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 for the bickerin' and carryin' 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 enough to know when you niggaz is

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

Plenty thugs been but see it's all in the game
I took a couple of 'em, but still I remain
I ain't from that same lil' project figure
I done went with no lights and no nigga
And I'm still hood, mean I still could
Get on the block, and get mine you should
How can I be good, rappers wanna be Suge?
Surroundin' myself with family, so I can sleep

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 do it now I'm provin' 'em wrong
And now they got their hands out like I owe some
I ain't got time for the bickerin' and on
It ain't too much in the hood I don't
How many do I have to say that I'm grown
That I'ma Young and still enough to know when you niggaz is hoes

I would light me a 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 high speed chases, I really it
To 50 G's and don't thank nothin' of it
We showed love but wasn't no love back
Whoa Kemosabe, what part of the is that?

It's a fact and my war wounds on me can it
But how you made me go and show you I can do it
I solemnly swear to it down for my homeboys
Locked up and don't know if they ever home boy
Time keeps tickin', another baby's
That's gon' go through the same stuff that I went and more
You wonder why I hustle, my on the line
My baby gotta have milk when she crying, now

And from the day I was born I've been 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 they got their hands out like I owe them
I ain't got time for the bickerin' and on
It too much in the hood I don't know
How many do I have to say that I'm grown
That I'ma Young Buck and still enough to know when you niggaz is

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

Ain't nuttin' gettin' but the bills gotta be paid
And come up short then them tecs gotta get sprayed
got a grave, we just waitin' to go to it
No matter what we do y'all we're still gon' go it
Some say that I'm heartless, and give a damn
But they will never understand, until get a gram
And this is who I am, not who I be
Open up yo' eyes and see, these streets done-done to me

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