Luyện nghe bài hát Look Like

Bruh Bruh I know people be looking at me when people be me jumping out of these big wheels*
They be seing all diamonds on a bitch bruh bruh I know what people be saying
"god he look like he sell dope"

Big stones round my neck bb's hoe quarter million dollar
Look like I turned pro shirt match his don't I be styling
Bro I'll be got damn look I sell dope

plastic cup wit that vodka in it fo' door po stains with that choppa in it
Look like my be shopping it got new shoes on it almost
Look good as I do with all my jewels on cost 100 dollaz came with 50 shots
100 karet bracelet it cost me 5 blocks new era
39.99 forty of the same ones 39 forty times and jeezy's is fresh denim
Cost half a stack got some denim cost me half a crack
Pull out dolla in my pocket just to buy the smoke ill be got damn look like I sell dope.

x2]
Big stones round my neck bb's hoe quarter million whip
like I turned pro shirt match his shoes don't I be styling
Bro I'll be got damn look I sell dope

Loso I still got that d-boy with me ey Plies what it like homie there it go.
Whats up son what it look like look like I sell maybe this hooks right
It could be that its maybe im at it too this on the mom
[ Lyrics by Ben Jones ]
I rich and me too I aint selling dope baby im selling
Hope you can see that im a star get ur telescope
My shawty mama always at me sideways I keep on pulling different cars
Up in her driveway they see a nigga bread so it might trigga feds I they hatin ass
I do like biggie said rhyme a few so I can buy a few cars
I kick a few flows so I can get a few hoes loso.

x2]
Big stones round my neck bb's hoe quarter dollar whip
Look like I turned pro shirt match his shoes I be styling
Bro I'll be got damn like I sell dope

Whats up bruh may 25TH bruh
I know what the fuck you thankin I look a drug dealer that what my partner
Thinkin I done wacked a judge nigga threw so much in this bitch
Coulda the club nigga and if I ever go broke I'ma rob the plug nigga police
Followin me he thank I sell chillzas all these diamonds on me thank they come the kitchen
Ask me im going told em im going fishin headed to the strip club finna catch me some bitches
12 noon im ridin quarter million dolla car straight hood nigga feelin a fuckin star
Drank cognac smellin like the fuckin bar from the of the watch he must be sellin boy
All dis money must be a d-boy buyin by the 2's talkin bout the fuckin joy
Fuck em by the 3's bout them fuckin whores it 2 o'clock in the evenin he must be unemployed.

x2]
Big stones round my neck bb's hoe million dollar
Whip look like I turned pro shirt match his don't I be styling
Bro I'll be got look like I sell dope. Ha!