Luyện nghe bài hát Look Like

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

Big stones my neck bb's hoe quarter million dollar whip
Look like I turned pro shirt his shoes dont I be styling
Bro be got damn look like I sell dope

[Young
Blue plastic cup wit that vodka in it fo' door po with that choppa in it
Look 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 came 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 watch is fresh
Cost half a stack got fourteens denim cost me half a crack
Pull out every dolla in my pocket just to buy the smoke ill be got damn look like I dope.

[Chorus
Big stones round my neck bb's hoe quarter million whip
Look like I pro shirt match his shoes dont I be styling
Bro I'll be got damn look like I dope

Loso I got that d-boy with me ey Plies what it look like homie there it go.
Whats up son what it look like look like I sell dope maybe hooks right
It could be that its maybe im at it too this on the mom
I rich and me too I aint selling dope baby im selling
Hope you can see that im a star then get ur
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 feds I tell they hatin ass
I do like biggie said rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few
I kick a few flows so I can get a few hoes loso.

[Chorus
Big stones round my neck bb's hoe quarter million dollar
Look like I pro shirt match his shoes dont I be styling
Bro I'll be got damn look like I sell

Whats up bruh may 25TH bruh
I know what the you thankin I look like a drug dealer that what my partner
I done wacked a judge nigga threw so much money in this bitch
Coulda bought the club and if I ever go broke I'ma rob the plug nigga police
Followin me he thank I sell chillzas all 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 im ridin quarter million dolla car straight hood nigga feelin like a fuckin star
Drank cognac smellin like the fuckin bar from the looks of the 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 them fuckin 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
look like I turned pro shirt match his shoes dont I be styling
Bro I'll be got damn like I sell dope. HA!!!!!!!