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, some of bad
But the thangs you go 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 them days is
And niggaz said I wouldn't do it now I'm 'em wrong
And now they got their hands out like I owe them
I got time 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 know when you 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 right, get it in dough
You see people is fast and the money is slow
We used to hang in of the sto', flag down cars
To be a star, go get a glass jar
Once you cook it and cut it homey go out in public
See the work sell itself if you got of it

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

And the day I was born I've been hustlin' strong
I've 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 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 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, it's just me and Teds
We cuttin' heads, doin' whatever to buy a loaf of
The high speed chases, I loved it
To blow 50 G's and thank nothin' of it
We showed love but wasn't no showed back
Kemosabe, what part of the game is that?

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

And from the day I was born I've 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 like I owe them
I got time 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
I'ma Young Buck and still enough to know when you niggaz is hoes

Now everybody got hand out
Crackhead Willie spent his millions they ranned out
Shorty wanna holla now because her man out
But just last week, I get it out her damn mouth
Nowhere to go, like I'm stuck in these bricks
like the good die young, the bad get rich quick, enough of this
Let me take it to a 'nother level
Like the po-lice from rollin' through the ghetto

nuttin' gettin' better but the bills gotta be paid
And money come up short them tecs gotta get sprayed
E'rybody got a grave, we just 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, 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 the day I was born I've been hustlin' strong
I've been 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 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 that I'm
That I'ma Young Buck and still to know when you niggaz is hoes