Luyện nghe bài hát Gimme The Loot

Yeah, motherfuckers know
Huh, huh, your 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 to get this paper, G, you with me?

right, my pocket's looking kind of tight
And I'm stressed, yo, Biggie let me get the
No for that, just grab the fucking gat
The first pocket 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, stick and
Nigga, you ain't got to shit
I've been motherfuckers since the slave ships

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

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

Then I'm dipping up the block and I'm robbing too
Up the herring bones and
I wouldn't fuck if you're pregnant
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 giving me shit
So for the bread and I leave niggaz in the gutter

Huh, word to mother, I'm
Crazier a bag of fucking Angel Dust
When I bust my gat motherfuckers take dirt
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
Gimme the loot, the loot

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

Big up, big up, it's a stick up, up
And I'm niggaz quick if you hiccup
Don't let me my clip up in your back and head piece
The opposite of peace sending Mom a wreath

You're talking to the expert
Stepping to wake with your blood on my shirt
be a jerk and get smoked over being resistant
'Cos when I lick shots the is persistent

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

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

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

Man, come through 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 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 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, gimme the
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
Gimme the loot, gimme the

Man, listen all this walking is hurting my
But money looks sweet in the jeep

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 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, shot on the spot
Oh shit, the
Be cool,
They ain't gonna roll up, all they want is fucking

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

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