Luyện nghe bài hát Look At Me Now

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

And from the day I was born I've been hustlin'
I've been strugglin' since a child, now days is gone
And niggaz said I do it now I'm provin' 'em wrong
And now got their hands 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 times do I have to say I'm grown
That I'ma Young Buck and still enough to know you niggaz is hoes

I still remember them nights the street light
Fiends don't give a damn, they want who got the price
I'm to keep right, get it in dough
You see people is dyin' fast and the money is
We used to hang in front of the sto', flag down
To be a star, go get a glass jar
Once you cook it and cut it go stand out in public
See the work itself if you got enough of it

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

And from the day I was born been hustlin' strong
I've been strugglin' since a child, now them 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 for the bickerin' and carryin' on
It ain't too in the hood I don't 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

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

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

And the day I was born I've been hustlin' strong
I've been strugglin' 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 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 times do I have to say that I'm grown
That I'ma Young Buck and still enough to know when you niggaz is

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

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

And from the day I was born been hustlin' strong
I've been strugglin' since a child, now days is gone
And niggaz said I do it now I'm provin' 'em wrong
And now they got their hands out I owe them some
I ain't got 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 that I'm
That I'ma Young Buck and still enough to know you niggaz is hoes