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