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 sittin
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 on 'em (Wet-wet paint drippin)
Off the
Every I ride
I be ridin through the city, choppin like I'm Myers
I'm lookin on 'em (Eyyy eyyy)
I'm down on 'em (Eyyy eyyy)
(verse 1, Deck)
I lit a blunt of 'dro
Where da bottle? I know
I just flow to buddy suckers and my UFO
I got a super-duper
Arms for the sky
Steady chokin on killa
I just murdered Myers
Ridin past the city
I maneuver 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 for you lames
I got on my brain
Flashin in
Sit so bitch, they compare me to a crane
Dump so wet, got off and jumpin out the
ride with me dawg, you better buy a skuba tank
The is so strong
The paint is on all
If it creep through them clouds, them niggas gon' be
All I need is UV rays to put them hoes in a
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 old school
The main four's lookin down, nigga where ya (So high)
inch deep-dish (Yes)
Orange candy paint, baby call it (Young boss)
Who me? I'm just nigga
She wanna ride with the boss cause my rims is (Oh yeah)
If I don't look down, I won't see you niggas (Where they at?)
I even see you niggas
I'm a bad bitch fornicating
her two friends, and they participating
Yeah that's just the I live
Young of the city baby, it is what it is
(Hook)
(Verse 3, & Young Ski)
Jizzy!
I'm gettin money so, the word man
I was fly the white like Birdman (brdrdrdrdr)
Aye Khaled, I'm so (Hood)
I been on "I'm So Hood"
in the shop, I grip the Oak wood
Twenty-six inches on I-O, 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 real high, them haters might
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 on her, call my whip papsmear
Then they come out of this world, like William
(Hook)