Luyện nghe bài hát Lookin Down On Em

(Intro, 2 Pistols)

Young boss of the city
BMU, Deck, C-bo, J-Flame, Ski
(Hook)
I got the Chevy sittin
Rims shinin (Bitch I'm-Bitch I'm super fly)
When I up to that light
I'm lookin on 'em (Eyyy eyyy)
I'm lookin down on 'em (Wet-wet drippin)
Off the
Every I ride
I be ridin through the city, choppin 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 I don't know
I just flow to suckers and my nickname UFO
I got a flow
Arms for the sky
chokin on that killa
I just Micheal Myers
Ridin the city lights
I through 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
Flashin in
Sit so high bitch, compare me to a crane
so wet, got off and jumpin out the paint
Come ride with me dawg, you buy a skuba tank
The is so strong
The paint is on all
If it creep them clouds, them niggas gon' be blind
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 lookin down, nigga where ya (So high)
inch deep-dish (Yes)
Orange candy paint, baby call it (Young boss)
Who me? I'm that nigga
She wanna ride with the boss cause my rims is (Oh yeah)
If I don't look down, I won't see you niggas (Where they at?)
I don't even see you
I'm a bad bitch fornicating
her two friends, and they participating
Yeah just the life I live
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 the white like Birdman (brdrdrdrdr)
Aye Khaled, I'm so (Hood)
I been on "I'm So Hood"
in the shop, I grip the Oak wood
Twenty-six on I-O, what's good?
I'm the man,
Death before dishonor, that's the
(Young Ski)
I'm so fly bitch, I I grow feathers
My cliques mob out, us the "Blues Brothers"
I'm sittin real high, them haters might
I Freddy Crougar'd the whip, to give 'em
Pull up in somethin fly, oh was light-year
I spit a little game, cover your ears
I'm lookin down on her, my whip papsmear
Then they come out of this world, like Shat-neer
(Hook)