Luyện nghe bài hát Gimme The Loot

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Huh, gracious the papers
Where the cash at? Where the at?
Nigga, pass that before you get grave dug
From the thug, 357 slug

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

From the Beretta, all the holes in your sweater
The money getter, 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
Bitches get stripped down for earrings and bangles
And when I rock her and her I'm taking her door knockers
And if resistant, baka, baka, baka

So go get your man, bitch, he can get too
Tell him took it, what the fuck he gonna do?
I hope apologetic or I'm a to set it
And if I set it the cocksucker forget it

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

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

Man, listen all this is hurting my feet
But money looks sweet in the Isuzu

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 coats and diamonds, she 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 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 is fucking doughnuts

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

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