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 thangs you go through in life, you who you are
at me now

And from the day I was born 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 for the bickerin' and carryin' on
It ain't too much in the hood I 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 remember them under the street light
Fiends don't 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 money is
We to hang in front of the sto', flag down cars
To be a movie star, go get a jar
Once you cook it and cut it homey go stand out in
See the work itself if you got enough of it

Plenty thugs been shot but see all in the game
Even I took a couple of 'em, but I remain
I ain't different from that same lil' project
I done went with no and no water nigga
And I'm still hood, mean I still could
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 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 them
I ain't got time for the and carryin' on
It ain't too much in the I don't know
How times do I have to say that I'm grown
That I'ma Young Buck and still enough to know when you niggaz is

I would me a cancer stick, thinkin' how can I get
My momma out the and my whole clique legit
Lil' Jimmy and the feds, just me and some Teds
We heads, doin' whatever to buy a loaf of bread
The high chases, I really loved it
To blow 50 G's and don't nothin' of it
We love 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 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 know if they ever home boy
Time keeps tickin', baby's born
That's gon' go the same stuff that I went through and more
You wonder why I hustle, my on the line
My baby have milk when she crying, c'mon now

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

Now got they hand out
Crackhead spent his millions 'til they ranned out
Shorty don't wanna holla now 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' the ghetto

Ain't nuttin' gettin' better but the bills be paid
And money come up 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
say that I'm heartless, and don't give a damn
But they will never understand, they get a gram
And is who I am, not who I wanna be
Open up yo' and see, what these streets done-done to me

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 they got 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 times do I have to say that I'm grown
That I'ma Young Buck and enough to know when you niggaz is hoes