Luyện nghe bài hát Look at Me

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

Look, I went rags to riches, stank hoes to bad bitches
Stealin' niggaz to TV's in Expeditions
Thuggin' is how I it everyday, all day
I keep it all the way real, I can't see it no way

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

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

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?)
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' 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 case of tall cans and some and a bad-ass hoe
Squattin' four times, gold wides and vogues
'Bout snuffin' down, right next to me is the call from the

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

E-Feezy and the in this motherfucker, man
(The Hot Boys)
Juvenile, you heard 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
off the heezy, what? Beyotch