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 bright (Bitch I'm super fly)
When I pull up to light
I'm lookin on 'em (Eyyy eyyy)
I'm lookin on 'em (Wet-wet paint drippin)
Off the
time I ride
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 of 'dro
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 Micheal Myers
Ridin past the 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 attention for you
I got on my brain
Flashin in
Sit so high bitch, they me to a crane
Dump so wet, got off and out the paint
Come ride with me dawg, you buy a skuba tank
The chrome is so
The is on all shine
If it through them clouds, them niggas gon' be blind
All I is UV rays to put them hoes in a daze
different flavors, bitch can just calls me Lay's
dawg, aye!
(Hook)
(Verse 2, 2 Pistols)
I up to the light, you know I'm ridin old school
The main lookin down, nigga where ya ruler? (So high)
Twenty-eight inch (Yes)
Orange candy paint, baby call it (Young boss)
Who me? I'm that nigga
She ride with 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 even see you niggas
I'm with a bad bitch
With her two friends, and participating
that's just the life I live
Young boss of the city baby, it is 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
inches on I-O, what's good?
I'm the man,
Death 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 high, them haters might stare
I Freddy Crougar'd the whip, to give 'em
Pull up in somethin fly, oh that was
I spit a game, cover your wife's ears
I'm lookin on her, call my whip papsmear
Then they come out of this world, like Shat-neer
(Hook)