Luyện nghe bài hát Gimme The Loot

Yeah, better know
Huh, huh, lock your windows, close doors.
Biggie smalls, huh,

My man Inf left a Tec and a nine at my
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 looking kind of
And I'm stressed, yo, let me get the vest
No need for that, just the fucking gat
The first pocket fat the Tec is to his back

Word is bond, I'm a him yo don't fake no moves
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 motherfucker's to die
That's my word, nigga try to Bogart
Have his mother "It's so hard"

Yes, love, love, you're fucking
Because the play pussy that's the nigga that's getting screwed
And bruised up the pistol whipping
Webs on the neck from the stripping

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 baby rings and a one mom pendant

I'm niggaz like Shaquille, shit is real
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 in the gutter

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

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

Gimme the loot, the loot
Gimme the loot, gimme the
the loot, gimme 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 opposite of peace sending Mom Duke a

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

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

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

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

Man, niggaz come through I'm taking school rings too
Bitches get stripped down for they earrings and
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 fuck he do?
I apologetic or I'm a have to set it
And if I set it the won't forget it

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

Man, listen all this walking is my feet
But money sweet in the Isuzu jeep

Man, I throw him in the Beem, you grab the C.R.E.A.M
And if he start to scream bam, bam, have a nice
Hold up, he got a fucking in the car
Fur and diamonds, she thinks 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 up the block
The act shocked, gettin' 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 to see Central Booking
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 motherfucker going out for the loot