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 days is gone
And niggaz said I do it now I'm provin' '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 many times do I to say that I'm grown
That I'ma Young Buck and still enough to know when you is hoes

I still them nights under the street light
Fiends give a damn, they want who got the cheap price
I'm tryin' to keep right, get it in
You see people is dyin' fast and the is slow
We used to hang in front of the sto', flag cars
To be a movie star, go get a jar
Once you it and cut it homey go stand out in public
See the sell itself if you got enough of it

Plenty thugs been shot but see it's all in the
Even I took a couple of 'em, but still I
I ain't different from that same lil' figure
I done went 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' myself with family, so I can sleep

And from the day I was born been hustlin' strong
I've been strugglin' since a child, now 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 got time for the bickerin' and carryin' on
It too much in the hood I don't know
How many times do I have to say that I'm
That I'ma Young Buck and still enough to know when you niggaz is

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

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

And from the day I was born I've hustlin' strong
been strugglin' since a child, now them days is gone
And said I wouldn't do it now I'm provin' 'em wrong
And now they got their hands out like I owe them
I ain't got for the bickerin' and carryin' on
It ain't too 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 when you niggaz is hoes

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

Ain't nuttin' better but the bills gotta be paid
And money come up short 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 go through it
say that I'm heartless, and don't give a damn
But they never understand, until they 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 from the day I was born I've hustlin' strong
I've been 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 I owe them some
I ain't got time for the bickerin' and on
It ain't too much in the hood I 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