Luyện nghe bài hát Look At Me Now

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

And from the day I was I've been hustlin' strong
I've been strugglin' since a child, now 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 know
How many times do I have to say I'm grown
That I'ma Young and still enough to know when you niggaz is hoes

I still remember them under the street light
Fiends give a damn, they want who got the cheap price
I'm to keep 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 itself if you got of it

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

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

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

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

And from the day I was born I've 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 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 times do I have to say I'm grown
That I'ma Young Buck and still enough to know when you niggaz is

Now got they hand out
Crackhead Willie spent his millions they ranned out
Shorty don't wanna holla now her man out
But just last week, I couldn't get it out her mouth
to go, look like 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 'nother level
Like the po-lice from rollin' through the ghetto

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

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