Luyện nghe bài hát Gimme The Loot

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

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 to get this paper, G, you with me?

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

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

With the same clip and the same
Two point-blank, a sure 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 the nigga that's getting screwed
And bruised up from the pistol
on the neck from the necklace stripping

Then I'm up the block and I'm robbing bitches too
Up the herring bones and
I wouldn't give fuck if pregnant
me the baby rings and a number one mom pendant

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

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

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

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

Big up, big up, it's a up, stick up
And I'm niggaz quick if you hiccup
let me fill my clip up in your back and head piece
The opposite of peace sending Mom a wreath

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

Huh, goodness the papers
the cash at? Where the stash at?
Nigga, pass that you get your grave dug
From the thug, 357 slug

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

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

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

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

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

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

Man, listen all this walking is hurting my
But money looks sweet in the 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 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 and cruise up the block
The act shocked, gettin' shot on the spot
Oh shit, the
Be cool,
ain't gonna roll up, all they want is fucking doughnuts

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

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