Luyện nghe bài hát Look at Me

Whas happenin', happenin'?
You got to this yere nigguh
My boys, my Hot Boys, Juve and
'Bout to lace this game,
Do it the way we do it with E 4 0, Charlie

Look, I went from rags to riches, stank hoes to bad
Stealin' niggaz to TV's in Expeditions
Thuggin' is how I it everyday, all day
I keep it all the way real, I see it no other way

I mines, Hot Boys
Slip up my whole rides, get shot, boy
That's how it go, we straight, do or die, we holdin' niggaz
come where yo' momma, lay down and kick in the do', nigga
(Juvenile, Juvenile, Juvenile)

Let's get shit cracklin'
My probation officer's gonna know what
out the way I'm H O T and 'bout that action
Hooded up with dem slugs and face-maskin', fashion

I'm all that luxury, I'm also 'bout
(Luxury)
Puttin' 50 in yo' head, boy, if you 'bout fuckin' me
I'ma be here fo' a minute, you respect it
(What else?)
a lot of niggaz out here gettin' killed to accept it

Beyotch, E-40 and Hot Boys, E-40 and Hot

Freezer platinum on my pinkie
(Look at me)
Squattin' inch Twinkies
(Look at me)

I'm that, it's like that, what?
I'm like that, it's like
(Look at me)

Charlie on it in the fast lane, drivin' slow
With a of tall cans and some broccoli and a bad-ass hoe
Squattin' times, gold Zenith wides and vogues
'Bout snuffin' down, right next to me is the from the frogs

Sound system on
on the doobie almost grubbed, dang, it burnt in my lap
Smokin' trees the window up
(Windows up)
Traffic backed up, finger up

I don't or surround myself with C.I.'s
Confidential Informants affidavits stool pigeons
Marks simple Simon sucker sap simps, I be it real tough
With the, P.I.'s, hustlers,

Gangsters, killers that might not look like
With trophies up they shelf, sky ballers, all kind of Benzes
Player individuals, thugged out times a thousand
Those niggaroles lieutenants bosses, gazillionaires
New millennium high rollers real as hoodlums thugs
House parties strip gamblin' shacks and hole in the wall clubs

Beyotch, E-40 and Hot Boys, E-40 and Hot

Man, it's like shit with a gangster bitch
So get yo' straight, nigga and go and buy some shit
TV's inside when I bitch
And I'ma hide these hoes behind tints

Fulfill my dreams, I'm a rich,
And when I hit yo' hood I'ma a bitch
Shine, tape sellin' got me buyin'
Dyin'? Gon' be here past ninety-nine,

Rewind these hoes back to slick
So nigga slap bitch, bat that batch
Kick her in the ass and tell that hoe Hot Boy in this,
So nigga, that bitch, tell her suck yo' dick

Now, now, here come the
Wayne, you can me Weezy
Flyin' up the in a Lamborghini
Police right behind me, I'm too fast

I pull on the grass, they want my autograph
I off ki's, I get my G's
I spit my 3's if you twist my
I'm white sheets and I avoid the Feds
If you think that you can us, boi, go ahead

and Hot Boys, E-40 and Hot Boys, beyotch

E-Feezy and the HB's in motherfucker, man
(The Hot Boys)
Juvenile, you about me
(Bosco)

The B.G., the one stun'na
Baby, Thirty-Two Gold, ya me?
The Bay and the U P T
We connected, nigga, you gotta it
It's off the heezy, Beyotch