Luyện nghe bài hát Gimme The Loot

Yeah, motherfuckers know
Huh, huh, lock windows, close 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 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 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, and move, stick and move
Nigga, you ain't got to explain
I've robbin' motherfuckers since the slave ships

With the same clip and the four-five
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 the pistol whipping
Webs on the neck from the necklace

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

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

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

Gimme the loot, gimme the
Gimme the loot, the loot
the loot, gimme the loot
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 up, stick up
And I'm shooting niggaz if you hiccup
Don't let me fill my clip up in your back and head
The opposite of peace sending Mom a wreath

You're talking to the robbery
Stepping to your wake with your on my shirt
Don't be a and get smoked over being resistant
'Cos when I lick shots the shits is

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

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

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

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

So go get your man, bitch, he can get too
Tell him Biggie took it, the fuck he gonna do?
I hope apologetic or I'm a 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, gimme the
Gimme the loot, the loot

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

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

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

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

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