Luyện nghe bài hát Look at Me

Whas happenin', happenin'?
You got to love this yere
My boys, my Hot Boys, Juve and
to lace this game, nigga
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 cars to in Expeditions
is how I play it everyday, all day
I it all the way real, I can't see it no other way

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

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

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

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

Freezer burn on my pinkie
(Look at me)
Squattin' twenty inch
(Look at me)

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

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

system on bloo-blam-blam
Puffin' on the doobie almost grubbed, dang, it in my lap
Smokin' trees with the up
(Windows up)
Traffic backed up, finger up

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

Gangsters, that might not even look like
With trophies up under shelf, sky ballers, all kind of Benzes
Player type individuals, out times a thousand
Those nigguh-ish niggaroles lieutenants bosses,
New millennium wars high rollers as hoodlums thugs
House parties joints gamblin' shacks and hole in the wall clubs

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

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

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

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

Now, now, here come the
Wayne, you can call me
up the interstate in a Lamborghini
Police right me, I'm drivin' too fast

I pull over on the grass, they want my
I off ki's, I get my G's
I spit my 3's if you my cheese
I'm duckin' white and I avoid the Feds
If you think you can stop us, boi, go ahead

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

and the HB's in this motherfucker, man
(The Hot Boys)
Juvenile, you heard me
(Bosco)

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