Luyện nghe bài hát Look Like

Bruh Bruh I know people be looking at me when people be seeing me out of these big wheels*
They be seing all these diamonds on a bitch bruh bruh I know what people be
"god damn he look like he dope"

Big stones round my neck hoe quarter million dollar whip
Look like I turned pro shirt his shoes don't I be styling
Bro I'll be got damn look I sell dope

Blue cup wit that vodka in it fo' door po stains with that choppa in it
Look like my porshe be shopping it got new on it almost
Look good as I do all my jewels on choppa cost 100 dollaz came with 50 shots
100 bracelet it cost me 5 blocks new era fitted
39.99 forty of the same ones 39 forty times and watch is fresh denim
Cost half a stack got some fourteens denim cost me half a
Pull out every dolla in my pocket just to buy the smoke ill be got look like I sell dope.

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Big stones my neck bb's hoe quarter million dollar whip
Look I turned pro shirt match his shoes don't I be styling
Bro be got damn look like I sell dope

Loso I still got that with me ey Plies what it look like homie there it go.
Whats up son what it look like look like I sell dope this hooks right
It could be its true maybe im at it too this on the mom
[ Plies by Ben Jones ]
I and me chatted too I aint selling dope baby im selling
Hope you can see that im a then get ur telescope
My shawty mama always looking at me sideways I keep on pulling different
Up in her driveway they see a nigga bread so it might trigga feds I tell they ass
I do like biggie said a few bars so I can buy a few cars
Then I kick a few flows so I can get a few loso.

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Big round my neck bb's hoe quarter million dollar whip
Look like I turned pro match his shoes don't I be styling
Bro I'll be got damn look like I dope

Whats up bruh bruh may bruh
I know what the fuck you thankin I look like a drug dealer that what my
I done wacked a judge nigga threw so much money in this bitch
Coulda bought the club and if I ever go broke I'ma rob the plug nigga police
Followin me he I sell chillzas all these diamonds on me thank they come from the kitchen
Ask me where im going told em im fishin headed to the strip club finna catch me some bitches
12 noon im ridin quarter million dolla car straight hood nigga like a fuckin star
cognac smellin like the fuckin bar from the looks of the watch he must be sellin boy
All dis money homie must be a buyin by the 2's talkin bout the fuckin joy
Fuck em by the 3's bout them fuckin whores it 2 o'clock in the evenin he must be unemployed.

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Big stones round my neck hoe quarter million dollar
Whip look like I pro shirt match his shoes don't I be styling
Bro I'll be got damn like I sell dope. Ha!