Luyện nghe bài hát Lookin Down On Em

(Intro, 2 Pistols)

Young of the city nigga
BMU, Deck, C-bo, J-Flame, Ski
(Hook)
I got the Chevy right
Rims shinin (Bitch I'm-Bitch I'm super fly)
When I pull up to that
I'm down on 'em (Eyyy eyyy)
I'm down on 'em (Wet-wet paint drippin)
Off the
Every I ride
I be through the city, choppin like I'm Micheal Myers
I'm lookin on 'em (Eyyy eyyy)
I'm lookin on 'em (Eyyy eyyy)
(verse 1, Deck)
I lit a blunt of 'dro
da bottle? I don't know
I just flow to suckers and my nickname UFO
I got a flow
Arms for the sky
Steady on that killa
I murdered Micheal Myers
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 attention for you
I got on my brain
in lanes
Sit so high bitch, compare me to a crane
Dump so wet, got off and jumpin out the
ride with me dawg, you better buy a skuba 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
Flippin different flavors, can just calls me Lay's
dawg, aye!
(Hook)
(Verse 2, 2 Pistols)
I pull up to the light, you know I'm old school
The main four's down, nigga where ya ruler? (So high)
Twenty-eight inch (Yes)
Orange paint, baby call it Sunkist (Young boss)
Who me? I'm just nigga
She wanna ride with the boss my rims is bigger (Oh yeah)
If I don't look down, I won't even see you niggas (Where at?)
I don't see you niggas
I'm with a bad fornicating
her two friends, and they participating
Yeah that's just the life I
Young of the city baby, it is what it is
(Hook)
(Verse 3, & Young Ski)
Jizzy!
I'm money 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, good?
I'm the man,
before 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 sittin real high, them might stare
I Freddy Crougar'd the whip, to give 'em
up in somethin fly, oh that was light-year
I spit a game, cover your wife's ears
I'm lookin down on her, my whip papsmear
Then they come out of this world, like William
(Hook)