Luyện nghe bài hát Lookin Down On Em

(Intro, 2 Pistols)

Young boss of the nigga
BMU, Deck, C-bo, J-Flame, Ski
(Hook)
I got the sittin right
Rims shinin bright (Bitch I'm-Bitch I'm fly)
When I up to that light
I'm lookin on 'em (Eyyy eyyy)
I'm down on 'em (Wet-wet paint drippin)
Off the
Every time I
I be through the city, choppin like I'm Micheal Myers
I'm lookin on 'em (Eyyy eyyy)
I'm down on 'em (Eyyy eyyy)
(verse 1, Deck)
I just lit a blunt of
Where da bottle? I don't
I just flow to suckers and my nickname UFO
I got a flow
shootin for the sky
Steady chokin on killa
I just murdered Micheal
Ridin past the city
I maneuver the night
Movin colors, I got green and I got (M.U. got white)
BMU bitch, get it
You got nothin, but you da
All for you lames
I got on my brain
in lanes
Sit so high bitch, they me to a crane
Dump so wet, got off and out the paint
Come ride with me dawg, you better buy a tank
The is so strong
The paint is on all
If it creep through them clouds, them niggas gon' be
All I need is UV to put them hoes in a daze
different flavors, bitch can just calls me Lay's
dawg, aye!
(Hook)
(Verse 2, 2 Pistols)
I pull up to the light, you I'm ridin old school
The main lookin down, nigga where ya ruler? (So high)
Twenty-eight deep-dish (Yes)
Orange candy paint, call it Sunkist (Young boss)
Who me? I'm that nigga
She wanna ride with the cause my rims is bigger (Oh yeah)
If I don't look down, I won't even see you (Where they at?)
I even see you niggas
I'm with a bad fornicating
her two friends, and they participating
Yeah that's just the I live
Young boss of the city baby, it is it is
(Hook)
(Verse 3, & Young Ski)
Jizzy!
I'm gettin so, that's the word man
I was fly with the white Birdman (brdrdrdrdr)
Aye Khaled, I'm so (Hood)
I shoulda on "I'm So Hood"
Wiggle in the shop, I the Oak wood
Twenty-six inches on I-O, what's
I'm the man,
Death dishonor, that's the plan
(Young Ski)
I'm so fly bitch, I think I feathers
My cliques mob out, us the "Blues Brothers"
I'm real high, them haters might stare
I Freddy the whip, to give 'em nightmares
Pull up in fly, oh that was light-year
I spit a little game, cover your ears
I'm lookin down on her, call my whip
Then they out of this world, like William Shat-neer
(Hook)