Luyện nghe bài hát Gimme The Loot

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

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

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

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

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

Then I'm dipping up the block and I'm bitches too
Up the bones and bamboos
I give fuck if you're pregnant
me the baby rings and a number one mom pendant

I'm niggaz like Shaquille, shit is real
it's time to eat a meal I rob and steal
'Cos Mom Duke giving me shit
So for the bread and butter I leave in the gutter

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

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

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

Big up, big up, a stick 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 a wreath

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

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

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

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

Man, niggaz through I'm taking high school rings too
Bitches get stripped 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
him Biggie took it, what the fuck he gonna do?
I apologetic or I'm a have to set it
And if I set it the won't forget it

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
Gimme the loot, the loot

Man, all this walking is hurting my feet
But money 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 she a superstar

Ooh, Biggie, let me her
I kick her in the
Hit her the gat
Yo chill, Shorty, let me do

Just get the car keys and cruise up the block
The bitch act shocked, gettin' shot on the
Oh shit, the
Be cool,
They gonna roll up, all they want is fucking doughnuts

So why the fuck he keep
I guess to get his life
I just came home, 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 true motherfucker going out for the