Luyện nghe bài hát Gimme The Loot

Yeah, motherfuckers better
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, let me get the vest
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 fake no moves
it like boxing, stick and move, stick and move
Nigga, you got to explain shit
I've been motherfuckers since the slave ships

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

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

I'm slamming like Shaquille, shit is real
When it's time to eat a meal I rob and
'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
I bust my gat motherfuckers take dirt naps
I'm all that and a dime sack, where 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
Gimme the loot, gimme the
Gimme the loot, the loot
Gimme the loot, the loot

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

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

Huh, gracious the papers
Where the at? Where the stash at?
Nigga, pass before you get your grave dug
the main thug, 357 slug

And my nigga Biggie got an one grip
One in the chamber, in the clip
Motherfuckers better strip, yeah, nigga,
you find out how blue steel 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, can't stop it

Man, niggaz through I'm taking high 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 resistant, baka, baka, baka

So go get your man, bitch, he can get too
Tell him Biggie took it, the fuck he gonna do?
I apologetic or I'm a have to set it
And if I set it the cocksucker forget it

Gimme the loot, gimme the
the loot, gimme the loot
Gimme the loot, 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, all this walking is hurting my feet
But money looks in the Isuzu jeep

Man, I him in the Beem, you grab the fucking C.R.E.A.M
And if he to scream bam, bam, have a nice 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

get the fucking car keys and cruise up the block
The bitch act shocked, gettin' shot on the
Oh shit, the
Be cool,
They ain't gonna up, all they want is fucking doughnuts

So why the fuck he keep
I guess to get his token
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 with no fucking
So lace up boots, 'cos I'm about to shoot
A true motherfucker going out for the