Luyện nghe bài hát Loot

(Intro)
Man ain't comin back for the cocaine
They came mace

Yea!
Trice
Yea
Obie Obie
that shit, nigga
Get it nigga, no gimmicks
You know what I'm talkin
I loot
I loot

(Verse)
boy, oh boy
Straight out the gutter where have to fight for it
yo life for it, take flight for it
Boxin awkward in the just like Floyd
Crams rappin, wrappin em up in
Put a tax on it to ship em off to
Yall gotta aks about my actions
I was back in from the hood, a activist
(I loot)
Nah I blow dough, sold it on the low low
up enough to put rims on the 4 door
Hoes in the momo, it's yo dolo
Motorola explode, I was chased though
And I hoes
Bought some foreign cuts now where's the
O in the Oldsmobile, holdin on the dollar
Just a holler for lil mama or maybe Fields
Guess I'm a real nigga
Caught a when I'm pushin them pills, watch it disperse
out the waffle house, with problem I phase you
Pager on my waist could probably a nation

(Hook)
I look
Straight slingin
Oh man they come so as... Trice!
Get it real nigga, no
guns, ridiculous

(Verse)
Hopin out the whips to straight out of this
Throw a bar, on the nine and you dip it
daddy-o, the champ sound audio
Those 15's, I'm the man in the
Allow me to take it to 92
With a 40 ounce blue and a nigga John Kru
Disrespect me, I gotta go see what the do
Niggas don't follow, you be with the prove
Beneath the core or we love before
Cuz we lovin now keep openin heaven's door
Cuz they for sure, post-mortem some orphan
Forced to go up the hate, Trice Aldrin
the tourists, wrapped up oranges
Drop it down somewhere cordial, don't need a
Tourist only here from case, you can't afford this
Money take a through curses
Nigga I for this, I murk for this
I erase your loved one who birthed yo
Have on them law that's so powerful is
I kept a pistol on my and chest for this just for this

(Hook)
I look
Straight slingin
Oh man come so crooked as... Trice!
Get it nigga, no gimmicks
Pack guns,

(Verse)
Crack poppin, Obie where it markin
Often mama had a with my logic
She never stopped so she dead, rest in peace Eleanor
All she ever wanted for boys was what's better for em
What you I'm sellin for way before the bell out
on the porch watch a lady hit a mel out
First in 15, nigga hoe sex out
No disrespect, boy you wind up in yo mama
I'm just a hustler on some boy gunner smith

(Outro)
slingin rocks
I'm just a hustler on dope boy gunner smith
slingin rocks
I'm a hustler on some dope boy gunner smith
Yea!