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 sittin right
Rims shinin (Bitch I'm-Bitch I'm super fly)
When I pull up to that
I'm lookin on 'em (Eyyy eyyy)
I'm down on 'em (Wet-wet paint 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 lookin on 'em (Eyyy eyyy)
(verse 1, Deck)
I just lit a of 'dro
Where da bottle? I don't
I flow to buddy suckers and my nickname UFO
I got a super-duper
Arms for the sky
chokin on that killa
I just Micheal Myers
Ridin the city lights
I maneuver through the
Movin colors, I got 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
Flashin in
Sit so high bitch, they me to a crane
so wet, got off and jumpin out the paint
Come ride with me dawg, you better buy a tank
The chrome is so
The is on all shine
If it creep through them clouds, niggas gon' be blind
All I is UV rays to put them hoes in a daze
Flippin different flavors, bitch can just calls me
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 that
She wanna ride with the boss my rims is bigger (Oh yeah)
If I don't look down, I even see you niggas (Where they at?)
I don't even see you
I'm with a bad fornicating
With her two friends, and participating
Yeah just the life I live
boss 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 on I-O, what's good?
I'm the man,
Death before dishonor, 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 little game, cover your ears
I'm lookin down on her, call my whip
Then they come out of this world, William Shat-neer
(Hook)