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 sittin
Rims bright (Bitch I'm-Bitch I'm super fly)
When I pull up to that
I'm down on 'em (Eyyy eyyy)
I'm lookin on 'em (Wet-wet paint drippin)
Off the
Every time I
I be ridin through the city, choppin like I'm Myers
I'm lookin on 'em (Eyyy eyyy)
I'm lookin on 'em (Eyyy eyyy)
(verse 1, Deck)
I just lit a blunt of
Where da bottle? I don't
I flow to buddy suckers and my nickname UFO
I got a flow
shootin for the sky
Steady chokin on that
I just murdered Micheal
Ridin the city lights
I through the night
Movin colors, I got and I got purp (M.U. got white)
BMU bitch, get it
You got nothin, but you da
All attention for you
I got money on my
in lanes
Sit so bitch, they compare me to a crane
Dump so wet, got off and out the paint
ride with me dawg, you better buy a skuba tank
The is so strong
The is on all shine
If it creep through them clouds, them gon' be blind
All I need is UV rays to put them in a daze
different flavors, bitch 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 four's lookin down, nigga where ya ruler? (So high)
Twenty-eight inch (Yes)
candy paint, baby call it Sunkist (Young boss)
Who me? I'm just that
She wanna ride 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 don't even see you
I'm with a bad bitch
With her two friends, and they
Yeah that's just the I live
Young boss of the city baby, it is it is
(Hook)
(Verse 3, & Young Ski)
Jizzy!
I'm gettin money so, the word man
I was fly with the like Birdman (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, what's
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, haters 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 papsmear
they come out of this world, like William Shat-neer
(Hook)