Luyện nghe bài hát Make the Loot Loop

Yeah, this is out to all those muthafuckas
That like to use the word
Although I am the O.G. I'm that hustlin' game
To the end, nigga, I'm tryin' to make the loot

I ain't no muthafuckin' gangsta, wish you'd quit callin' me
Although I still pack straps, I roll in and Lacs
Best believe the in my promo shots ain't props
I hang out tops and pop glocks at cops

On the mellow, coolin' my fellow
Hustlers, players, bitch layers
Mackaronies on the true D L hell,
with my niggas, you could end up ghost

I made a million, got my out pawned
out the homies, now the shit's back on
Moved out the ghetto, 'cause I it
But I roll your fuckin' hood and regulate it

'Cause I wasn't born to be broke, I let the 45th
I let my baby boy go under, no wonder
I'm addicted to the flow, stacks of green
Flashback, I'm nudgin' weights down a triple
I'ma make the loot

As fast as I spend it, I'm tryin' to get in it
I make the loop
It's cop and blow, nigga, that's all I
I the loot loop

As fast as I it, I'm tryin' to get back in it
I make my loot
Nigga, I'm tryin' to make my bank bigger

I admit, I got a lust for loot, quick to shoot
Ostrich, fruits and Austin coupes
Fill my dreams with cream, I got wet
I'm bustin' nuts over currency, kid, freaks

We be the niggas in the back of the club the Moet
Bitches, shrimps, mackin' like
Wearin' fly shit you never seen
I turn a angel to a whore, now, I say more?

My perm got bounce, fuck a ounce
I'm sippin' Cristal, pal and represent I to the end of the game
And just not these beats but on the four-wheel streets
I the loot loop

As fast as I it, I'm tryin' to get back in it
I the loot loop
It's cop and blow, nigga, all I know
I make the loop

As fast as I it, I'm tryin' to get back in it
I make my loop
Nigga, I'm tryin' to make my bank roll

Say you will, I'm the fool on the hill
With the pool, jacuzzi, Uzi
Niggas in LA know, the Ice play
I'm just a for the cabbage and a pimp parlay

I rock a with the jewels on the paw
'Cause my niggas ain't the big ones, just big
the limits of this game till I gets my piece
I put my queen Darlene in a white Corniece

So stay broke if you wanna, hang out on corner
Step back from the curb we roll up on ya
Twenty black all tinted, we meant it
forever, posse of the clever

Rubber bands strap the fat knots
We're hustlers, not gangsters
But we lick shots for the goal
Peace, I'm out like

Nigga, the bank's gettin'
Yeah, I'm makin' the loot
Straight for life