Luyện nghe bài hát Look At Me Now

You know, growin' up in the
You go through all of thangs, ya heard?
of it's good, some of it's bad
But the thangs you go in life, make you who you are
at me now

And from the day I was born I've been strong
I've strugglin' since a child, now them days is gone
And said I wouldn't do it now I'm provin' 'em wrong
And now they got their out like I owe them some
I got time for the bickerin' and carryin' on
It too much in the hood I don't know
How many do I have to say that I'm grown
That I'ma Buck and still enough to know when you niggaz is hoes

I still remember nights under the street light
Fiends don't a damn, they want who got the cheap price
I'm tryin' to keep right, get it in
You see people is fast and the money is slow
We to hang in front of the sto', flag down cars
To be a movie star, go get a jar
you cook it and cut it homey go stand out in public
See the work sell itself if you got of it

Plenty been shot but see it's all in the game
Even I a couple of 'em, but still I remain
I ain't different from same lil' project figure
I done went with no lights and no nigga
And I'm still hood, that mean I could
Get on the block, and get mine you should
How can I be good, when wanna be Suge?
myself with family, so I can sleep good

And from the day I was born been hustlin' strong
I've been strugglin' a child, now them days is gone
And said I wouldn't do it now I'm provin' 'em wrong
And now they got their out like I owe them some
I got time for the bickerin' and carryin' on
It ain't too much in the hood I don't
How many times do I have to say I'm grown
That I'ma Young Buck and still enough to know when you niggaz is

I would light me a stick, thinkin' how can I get
My out the bricks and my whole clique legit
Jimmy and the feds, it's just me and some Teds
We cuttin' heads, doin' whatever to buy a of bread
The high speed chases, I loved it
To blow 50 G's and thank nothin' of it
We showed but wasn't no love showed back
Whoa Kemosabe, what of the game is that?

It's a fact and my war wounds on me can it
But how you made me go and show you I can do it
I solemnly swear to hold it down for my
Locked up and don't know if they comin' home boy
Time keeps tickin', baby's born
gon' go through the same stuff that I went through and more
You why I hustle, my life's on the line
My baby gotta have milk she crying, c'mon now

And from the day I was born I've been hustlin'
I've been since a child, now them days is gone
And niggaz said I wouldn't do it now I'm provin' 'em
And now they got their hands out I owe them some
I got time for the bickerin' and carryin' on
It too much in the hood I don't know
How many do I have to say that I'm grown
That I'ma Young Buck and still enough to know you niggaz is hoes

Now everybody got hand out
Crackhead Willie spent his millions they ranned out
Shorty don't holla now because her man out
But just week, I couldn't get it out her damn mouth
Nowhere to go, look I'm stuck in these bricks
Seem like the die young, the bad get rich quick, enough of this
Let me take it to a 'nother level
Like stoppin' the po-lice from rollin' through the

Ain't nuttin' gettin' better but the bills be paid
And money come up then them tecs gotta get sprayed
got a grave, we just waitin' to go to it
No matter what we do y'all we're gon' go through it
say that I'm heartless, and don't give a damn
But they will never understand, until they get a
And is who I am, not who I wanna be
Open up yo' and see, what these streets done-done to me

And from the day I was I've been hustlin' strong
I've been strugglin' a child, now them days is gone
And niggaz I wouldn't do it now I'm provin' 'em wrong
And now they got their hands out like I owe some
I ain't got time for the bickerin' and on
It ain't too much in the hood I know
How many times do I to say that I'm grown
I'ma Young Buck and still enough to know when you niggaz is hoes