Luyện nghe bài hát Look Like

[Plies
Bruh Bruh I know people be looking at me when people be seeing me jumping out of these big
They be all these diamonds on a bitch bruh 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 pro shirt match his shoes dont I be styling
Bro I'll be got damn look like I sell

[Young
Blue plastic cup wit that vodka in it fo' door po stains with that in it
Look like my porshe be shopping it got new shoes on it
Look good as I do with all my jewels on choppa cost 100 dollaz came with 50
100 karet bracelet it cost me 5 new era fitted
39.99 forty of the same ones 39 forty times and jeezy's watch is fresh
Cost half a stack got some fourteens denim cost me half a
Pull out every dolla in my pocket to buy the smoke ill be got damn 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 his shoes dont I be styling
Bro I'll be got damn look like I sell

Loso I still got that d-boy with me ey Plies what it look like there it go.
Whats up son what it look like look like I sell dope maybe hooks right
It be that its true 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 always looking at me sideways I keep on pulling different cars
Up in her they see a nigga bread so it might trigga feds I tell they hatin ass
I do like biggie said rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few
Then I kick a few flows so I can get a few loso.

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

Whats up bruh bruh may 25TH
I know what the fuck you thankin I look like a drug that what my partner
Thinkin I done wacked a judge nigga threw so money in this bitch
Coulda bought the club nigga and if I ever go 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 em im going fishin headed to the strip club finna catch me some bitches
12 noon im ridin quarter million dolla car straight hood feelin like a fuckin star
Drank cognac smellin like the bar from the looks 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 fuckin whores it 2 o'clock in the he must be unemployed.

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Big stones round my 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 like I sell dope. HA!!!!!!!