Luyện nghe bài hát Gimme The Loot

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

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

Word is bond, I'm a smoke him yo fake no moves
it like boxing, stick and move, stick and move
Nigga, you ain't got to 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
That's my word, nigga try to Bogart
Have his mother "It's so hard"

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

I'm dipping up the block and I'm robbing bitches too
Up the bones and bamboos
I wouldn't fuck 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 ain't giving 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 motherfuckers take dirt
I'm all that and a dime sack, the payback?

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

Big up, big up, it's a up, stick up
And I'm niggaz 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

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

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

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

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

Man, niggaz come through I'm taking school rings too
Bitches get 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 Biggie took it, what the he gonna do?
I hope or I'm a have to set it
And if I set it the cocksucker forget it

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

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

Man, I throw him in the Beem, you the fucking C.R.E.A.M
And if he start to scream bam, bam, have a dream
Hold up, he got a bitch in the car
Fur and diamonds, she thinks 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 keys and up the block
The bitch act shocked, gettin' on the spot
Oh shit, the
Be cool,
ain't gonna roll up, all they want is fucking doughnuts

So why the fuck he keep
I guess to get his life
I came home, ain't trying to see Central Booking
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 to shoot
A motherfucker going out for the loot