Luyện nghe bài hát Look At Me Now

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

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

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

Plenty thugs been but see it's all in the game
Even I a couple of 'em, but still I remain
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 could
Get on the block, and get mine like you
How can I be good, when rappers be Suge?
Surroundin' myself with family, so I can good

And from the day I was I've been hustlin' strong
I've been strugglin' a child, now them days is gone
And niggaz I wouldn't do it now I'm provin' 'em wrong
And now got their hands out like I owe them some
I ain't got for the bickerin' 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
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 momma out the bricks and my clique legit
Lil' Jimmy and the feds, it's just me and Teds
We cuttin' heads, doin' whatever to buy a of bread
The speed chases, I really loved it
To blow 50 G's and thank nothin' of it
We love but wasn't no love showed back
Whoa Kemosabe, what part of the game is

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

And from the day I was born I've hustlin' strong
I've been strugglin' 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 I owe them some
I ain't got time for the bickerin' and on
It ain't too much in the I don't 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

Now everybody got hand out
Crackhead Willie spent his millions 'til ranned out
Shorty don't wanna holla now her man out
But just week, I couldn't get it out her damn 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 whole level
stoppin' the po-lice from rollin' through the ghetto

Ain't nuttin' gettin' better but the 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 never understand, they 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 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 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 to say that I'm grown
That I'ma Young Buck and still to know when you niggaz is hoes