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 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 neck bb's hoe quarter million dollar
Look like I turned pro shirt match his dont I be styling
Bro I'll be got look like I sell dope

[Young
Blue plastic cup wit that vodka in it fo' po stains with that choppa in it
Look like my porshe be shopping it got new on it almost
Look as I do with all my jewels on choppa cost 100 dollaz came with 50 shots
100 karet bracelet it me 5 blocks new era fitted
39.99 forty of the same ones 39 forty times and jeezy's is fresh denim
half a stack got some fourteens 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.

2x:]
Big stones my neck bb's hoe quarter million dollar whip
Look like I turned pro shirt his shoes dont 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 look like homie it go.
Whats up son what it look like look like I sell dope maybe this hooks
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
you can see that im a star then 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 tell hatin ass
I do like biggie said rhyme a few so I can buy a few cars
Then I kick a few flows so I can get a few loso.

2x:]
Big stones round my neck bb's hoe quarter million dollar
Look like I turned pro shirt 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 fuck you thankin I look like a dealer that what my partner
Thinkin I done wacked a judge nigga so much money 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 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 straight hood feelin like a fuckin star
Drank cognac smellin like the fuckin bar from the looks of the he must be sellin boy
All dis money homie must be a 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.

[Chorus 2x ending:]
Big stones round my bb's hoe quarter million dollar
Whip look like I pro shirt match his shoes dont I be styling
Bro I'll be got look like I sell dope. HA!!!!!!!