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 these diamonds on a bitch bruh I know what people be saying
"god damn he like he sell dope"

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

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

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Big stones my neck bb's hoe quarter 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

Loso I still got that d-boy with me ey Plies what it look like homie it go.
Whats up son what it look like look like I sell dope 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 im a star then get ur telescope
My shawty mama always looking at me sideways I keep on pulling cars
Up in her driveway they see a nigga bread so it might trigga I tell they hatin ass
I do biggie said rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars
Then I kick a few flows so I can get a few loso.

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

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

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