Luyện nghe bài hát Look Like

[Plies
Bruh I know people be looking at me when people be seeing me jumping out of these big wheels
be seing 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 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' door po stains with choppa 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 came with 50 shots
100 karet bracelet it cost me 5 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 fourteens denim cost me a crack
out every dolla in my pocket just to buy the smoke ill be got damn look like I sell dope.

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Big stones round my neck bb's hoe quarter million whip
Look like I turned pro shirt match his shoes dont I be
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 maybe this hooks right
It could be its true maybe im at it too this on the mom
I rich and me chatted too I selling dope baby im selling
Hope you can see that im a then get ur telescope
My shawty mama looking 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
Then I a few flows so I can get a few hoes loso.

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

Whats up bruh may 25TH bruh
I know what the fuck you thankin I look like a drug dealer what my partner
Thinkin I done wacked a judge nigga threw so much money in this
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 told em im going fishin headed to the strip club finna catch me 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 d-boy 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 round my neck bb's hoe quarter million dollar
Whip look like I turned pro match his shoes dont I be styling
Bro I'll be got damn like I sell dope. HA!!!!!!!