Luyện nghe bài hát Gimme The Loot

Yeah, motherfuckers better
Huh, huh, your windows, close your doors.
Biggie smalls, huh,

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

Motherfucking right, my pocket's kind 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

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

With the same clip and the 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 play pussy that's the nigga getting screwed
And up from the pistol whipping
Webs on the from the necklace stripping

Then I'm dipping up the block and I'm robbing too
Up the bones and bamboos
I wouldn't give if you're pregnant
me the baby rings and a number one mom pendant

I'm niggaz like Shaquille, shit is real
When it's to eat a meal I rob and steal
'Cos Mom Duke ain't me shit
So for the bread and butter I leave niggaz in the

Huh, to mother, I'm dangerous
Crazier a bag of fucking Angel Dust
When I my gat motherfuckers take dirt naps
I'm all and a dime sack, where the payback?

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

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

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

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

Huh, gracious the papers
Where the at? Where the stash at?
Nigga, pass before you get your grave dug
From the main thug, 357

And my Biggie got an itchy one grip
One in the chamber, thirty-two in the
Motherfuckers strip, yeah, nigga, peel
Before you out how blue steel feel

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

Man, niggaz come through I'm taking school rings too
Bitches get stripped for they earrings and bangles
And when I her and drop her I'm taking her door knockers
And if she's resistant, baka, baka,

So go get your man, bitch, he can get too
Tell him Biggie it, what the fuck he gonna do?
I hope or I'm a have to set it
And if I set it the won't forget it

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

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

Man, listen all this walking is my feet
But money looks sweet in the jeep

Man, I throw him in the Beem, you grab the C.R.E.A.M
And if he start to bam, bam, have a nice dream
up, he got a fucking 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

get the fucking car keys and cruise up the block
The bitch act shocked, gettin' shot on the
Oh shit, the
Be cool,
They gonna roll up, all they want is fucking doughnuts

So why the fuck he keep
I guess to get his life
I just home, ain't trying to see Central Booking
Oh shit, now he lookin' in my

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