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 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 lookin down on 'em (Wet-wet drippin)
Off the
Every time I
I be ridin through the city, like I'm Micheal Myers
I'm lookin on 'em (Eyyy eyyy)
I'm lookin on 'em (Eyyy eyyy)
(verse 1, Deck)
I just lit a blunt of
da bottle? I don't know
I flow to buddy suckers and my nickname UFO
I got a flow
Arms for the sky
Steady chokin on killa
I just murdered Myers
Ridin past the lights
I maneuver through the
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 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 skuba
The chrome is so
The paint is on all
If it creep through them clouds, them niggas be blind
All I need is UV rays to put them in a daze
Flippin 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 four's lookin down, nigga ya ruler? (So high)
Twenty-eight inch (Yes)
Orange candy paint, call it Sunkist (Young boss)
Who me? I'm that nigga
She wanna with the boss cause my rims is bigger (Oh yeah)
If I don't down, I won't even see you niggas (Where they at?)
I don't even see you
I'm a bad bitch fornicating
With her two friends, and they
Yeah that's the life I live
Young of the city baby, it is what it is
(Hook)
(Verse 3, J-Flame & Ski)
Jizzy!
I'm money so, that's the word man
I was fly with the white like (brdrdrdrdr)
Aye Khaled, I'm so (Hood)
I shoulda on "I'm So Hood"
Wiggle in the shop, I grip the Oak
Twenty-six inches on I-O, 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 stare
I Crougar'd the whip, to give 'em nightmares
Pull up in somethin fly, oh was light-year
I spit a little game, cover wife's ears
I'm lookin down on her, my whip papsmear
Then they come out of this world, like Shat-neer
(Hook)