Luyện nghe bài hát Look at Me

Whas happenin', happenin'?
You got to love this yere
My boys, my Hot Boys, and [unverified]
'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 cars to TV's in
is how I play it everyday, all day
I keep it all the way real, I can't see it no way

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

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

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

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

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

I'm like that, 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 broccoli and a hoe
Squattin' times, gold Zenith 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
Smokin' trees with the up
(Windows up)
backed up, middle finger up

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now, now, come the youngest
Wayne, you can call me
Flyin' up the interstate in a
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 white sheets and I avoid the Feds
If you that 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, Thirty-Two Gold, ya me?
The Bay and the U P T
We connected, nigga, you gotta it
It's off the heezy, Beyotch