Luyện nghe bài hát Gimme The Loot

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

My man Inf left a Tec and a nine at my
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 kind of
And I'm stressed, yo, let me get the vest
No for that, just grab the fucking gat
The first that's fat the Tec is to his back

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

the same clip and the same four-five
Two point-blank, a motherfucker's to die
That's my word, nigga try to Bogart
his mother singing "It's so hard"

Yes, love, love, fucking attitude
Because the nigga play pussy that's the nigga getting screwed
And bruised up from the pistol
Webs on the neck from the stripping

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

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

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

Gimme the loot, gimme the
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, gimme the

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

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

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

And my nigga got an itchy one grip
One in the chamber, in the clip
Motherfuckers better strip, yeah, nigga,
you find out how blue steel feel

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

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

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

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

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

Man, listen all walking is hurting my feet
But money looks in the Isuzu jeep

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

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 ain't gonna roll up, all they want is fucking

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

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