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, of it's bad
But the thangs you go in life, make 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 said I wouldn't do it now I'm provin' 'em wrong
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 much in the hood I know
How many times do I to say that I'm grown
That Young Buck and still enough to know when you niggaz is hoes

I still remember them nights under the street
Fiends don't give a damn, want who got the cheap price
I'm tryin' to keep right, get it in
You see people is fast and the money is slow
We used to hang in front of the sto', flag down
To be a star, go get a glass jar
you cook 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 I remain
I ain't from that same lil' project figure
I done with 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' with family, so I can sleep good

And from the day I was I've been hustlin' strong
I've been strugglin' since a child, now them days is
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 time for the bickerin' and on
It ain't too much in the hood I 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 light me a stick, thinkin' how can I get
My momma out the bricks and my clique legit
Lil' Jimmy and the feds, it's me and some Teds
We cuttin' heads, whatever to buy a loaf 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, what part of the is that?

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

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

Now everybody got hand out
Crackhead Willie spent his 'til they ranned out
Shorty don't holla now because 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 quick, enough of this
Let me take it to a 'nother level
Like stoppin' the po-lice rollin' through the ghetto

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

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 them
I ain't got for the bickerin' and carryin' on
It ain't too much in the I don't know
How many do I have to say that I'm grown
That Young Buck and still enough to know when you niggaz is hoes