Luyện nghe bài hát Im Looking

I'm from Compton them guns bust, watch Poppa George pop
Cats tellin' jokes at car games seen big face hundreds
Handle the rock Nate Archibald, what? This nigga only sixteen
And I wanted to be, just him middle school fightin'

Any nigga with a chip on his shoulder, nigga?
You want beef me? Now I let the heat speak for me
No more talkin', outline chalkin'
Nigga witta attitude birth, 100 Miles and Running

Gunnin' bustin' shots like fuck the
for burnin' blocks, weavin' in and out of traffic and chop
Game the young Robin of the block
from the rich, give to the poor, coward niggaz rock

Second of this black Alfred Hitchcock
Kick in the door the four-four
Ten shots to your
Let them sing

Yo, I'm just a ghetto nigga stuck in game
Young'uns with 'caine
Rain so we floodin' the game
When you come to respect the grounds, leave you shook man
(And I look good, Compton to Brooklyn)

Hey yo I don't give a who you are, fuck ya ice
Fuck the block that you claim, fuck your Azure
(Dead is all I represent)
('Til y'all met me y'all niggaz ain't met yet)

Fast cars, money and muscle, the I was brought up in the 80's
Gangbangin', dope traffic, get crazy
where niggaz grow up hard like dicks raised
Them hustlin' guns like players, we got mouths to feed

they put flowers on me, moms kiss my cold cheek
In that pine box, I'm rocks, eyein' cops
a cell block, the young kid makin' it happen
Who you think got them fiends back like Bo Jackson?

I'm a gangsta, what else could I
I'm of myself like it's Y4K
2Pac, Scarface, N.W.A.
me how to dodge them bullets, keep my wig in play

Keep fo' snug in the or pay a thousand to have 'em
Niggaz in the street move than, Michael Jackson's album
But the shit don't matter to me, we get better G
Bet the four slow 'em like PCP

Yo, I'm just a ghetto nigga in this game
runnin' with 'caine
Rain hits so we floodin' the
When you come to respect the grounds, leave you shook man
(And I look good, Compton to Brooklyn)

Hey yo I don't give a who you are, fuck ya ice
Fuck the block that you claim, your Bentley Azure
(Dead is all I represent)
('Til y'all met me y'all ain't met gangsta yet)

Real gangsters never shit, handle they business
the dry snitchin' and bitchin', niggaz die when them bullets fly
Who with him, ha? Not a nigga alive
End up dead in 5

He got no sympathy for them dead guys, or foe
Watch chest cave in, what that vest savin'?
Make it sloppy for the autopsy, leave my in a frenzy
On the lines holdin' a 9

Everyday a new chapter, my own plottin' on me
to hit me but they won't get me
Feel the semi first with my dough, is the worst way to go
Y'all know, niggaz cry when them bullets burn slow

In and out of spots my money
If one dollar come up missin' bodies to come up missin'
No one too heavy for the expedition, on your corpse
Watch your soul shiver, throw him in the river, nigga

Yo, I'm just a ghetto nigga stuck in this
Young'uns runnin' with
Rain hits so we the game
you come to Compton respect the grounds, leave you shook man
(And I look good, from to Brooklyn)

Hey yo I don't give a who you are, fuck ya ice
Fuck the block that you claim, fuck your Azure
(Dead is all I represent)
('Til y'all met me y'all niggaz ain't met yet)