Luyện nghe bài hát Gimme The Loot

Yeah, motherfuckers know
Huh, huh, lock your windows, close doors.
smalls, huh, yeah

My man Inf a Tec and a nine at my crib
himself in, he had to do a bid
A one-to-three, he be the end of '93
I'm to get this paper, G, you with me?

Motherfucking right, my pocket's looking of tight
And I'm stressed, yo, let me get the vest
No need for that, just the fucking gat
The first pocket fat the Tec is to his back

Word is bond, I'm a smoke him yo don't fake no
it like boxing, stick and move, stick and move
Nigga, you got to explain shit
I've been robbin' since the slave ships

With the same and the same four-five
Two point-blank, a sure to die
my word, nigga even try to Bogart
Have his singing "It's so hard"

Yes, love, love, you're fucking
Because the nigga pussy that's the nigga that's getting screwed
And bruised up from the whipping
Webs on the from the necklace stripping

Then I'm dipping up the block and I'm bitches too
Up the herring bones and
I give fuck if you're pregnant
Give me the baby rings and a number one mom

I'm slamming niggaz like Shaquille, is real
When time to eat a meal I rob and steal
Mom Duke ain't giving me shit
So for the bread and butter I niggaz in the gutter

Huh, word to mother, I'm
Crazier than a bag of fucking Dust
When I bust my gat motherfuckers take naps
I'm all that and a dime sack, the payback?

Gimme the loot, the loot
Gimme the loot, gimme the
the loot, gimme the loot
Gimme the loot, gimme the

Gimme the loot, gimme the
the loot, gimme the loot
Gimme the loot, the loot
Gimme the loot, the loot

Big up, big up, it's a stick up, up
And I'm shooting niggaz quick if you
Don't let me fill my clip up in your back and piece
The opposite of peace sending Mom a wreath

You're to the robbery expert
Stepping to your wake with your on my shirt
Don't be a jerk and get smoked over being
'Cos when I lick shots the is persistent

Huh, goodness gracious the
the cash at? Where the stash at?
Nigga, pass that before you get your dug
From the main thug, 357

And my nigga Biggie got an one grip
One in the chamber, in the clip
Motherfuckers strip, yeah, nigga, peel
Before you find out how blue steel

the Beretta, putting all the holes in your sweater
The getter, motherfuckers don't have better
Rolex watches and Swatches
I'm digging in pockets, can't stop it

Man, niggaz come through I'm taking high school too
get stripped down for they earrings and bangles
And when I rock her and drop her I'm her door knockers
And if resistant, baka, baka, baka

So go get man, bitch, he can get robbed too
Tell him Biggie took it, what the fuck he do?
I apologetic or I'm a have to set it
And if I set it the cocksucker won't it

Gimme the loot, the loot
Gimme the loot, gimme the
Gimme the loot, gimme the
Gimme the loot, the loot

Gimme the loot, the loot
the loot, gimme the loot
Gimme the loot, the loot
Gimme the loot, gimme the

Man, all this walking is hurting my feet
But looks sweet in the Isuzu jeep

Man, I him in the Beem, you grab the fucking C.R.E.A.M
And if he start to bam, bam, have a nice dream
Hold up, he got a bitch in the car
Fur and diamonds, she thinks she a superstar

Ooh, Biggie, let me her
I her in the back
Hit her the gat
Yo chill, Shorty, let me do

Just get the fucking car keys and cruise up the
The bitch act shocked, shot on the spot
Oh shit, the
Be cool,
They ain't roll up, all they want is fucking doughnuts

So why the he keep lookin'?
I guess to get his token
I just came home, ain't to see Central Booking
Oh shit, now he in my face

You better haul ass, 'cos I ain't no fucking chase
So lace up your boots, 'cos I'm about to
A true motherfucker going out for the