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 (Bitch I'm-Bitch I'm super fly)
When I pull up to that
I'm lookin on 'em (Eyyy eyyy)
I'm lookin down on 'em (Wet-wet drippin)
Off the
time I ride
I be ridin through the city, choppin like I'm Myers
I'm down on 'em (Eyyy eyyy)
I'm down on 'em (Eyyy eyyy)
(verse 1, Deck)
I just lit a of 'dro
Where da bottle? I don't
I just to buddy suckers and my nickname UFO
I got a super-duper
shootin for the sky
Steady on that killa
I just murdered Micheal
Ridin past the city
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 attention for you
I got on my brain
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 buy a skuba tank
The chrome is so
The paint is on all
If it creep through them clouds, them gon' be blind
All I is UV rays to put them hoes 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 know I'm old school
The main four's lookin down, nigga where ya (So high)
Twenty-eight inch (Yes)
Orange candy paint, call it Sunkist (Young boss)
Who me? I'm just that
She ride with the boss cause my rims is bigger (Oh yeah)
If I don't look down, I won't see you niggas (Where they at?)
I even see you niggas
I'm with a bad fornicating
her two friends, and they participating
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 Birdman (brdrdrdrdr)
Aye Khaled, I'm so (Hood)
I shoulda on "I'm So Hood"
in the shop, I grip the Oak wood
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 I grow feathers
My mob out, call us the "Blues Brothers"
I'm sittin real high, haters might stare
I Freddy the whip, to give 'em nightmares
Pull up in somethin fly, oh was light-year
I spit a little game, your wife's ears
I'm lookin down on her, call my papsmear
Then they out of this world, like William Shat-neer
(Hook)