Luyện nghe bài hát Gimme The Loot

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

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

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

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

Yes, love, love, you're attitude
Because the nigga play pussy that's the nigga that's screwed
And bruised up from the pistol
Webs on the from the necklace stripping

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

I'm slamming niggaz like Shaquille, 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 I leave niggaz in the gutter

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

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, the loot
Gimme the loot, the loot
the loot, gimme 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 back and head piece
The opposite of sending Mom Duke a wreath

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

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

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

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

Man, niggaz come through I'm taking high rings too
Bitches get stripped down for they earrings and
And when I her and drop 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 Biggie took it, what the he gonna do?
I apologetic or I'm a have to set it
And if I set it the cocksucker forget it

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

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

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

Just get the fucking car keys and up the block
The act shocked, gettin' shot on the spot
Oh shit, the
Be cool,
They ain't gonna roll up, all want is fucking doughnuts

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

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