Luyện nghe bài hát Gimme The Loot

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

My man Inf left a Tec and a at my crib
Turned in, he had to do a bid
A one-to-three, he be the end of '93
I'm ready to get 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 that's fat the Tec is to his

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

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

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

Then I'm up the block and I'm robbing bitches too
Up the bones and bamboos
I give fuck if you're 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 I rob and steal
'Cos Mom Duke ain't giving me
So for the bread and butter I niggaz in the gutter

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

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

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

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

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

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 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, motherfuckers don't better
Rolex and colorful Swatches
I'm digging in pockets, motherfuckers can't it

Man, niggaz come through I'm high school rings too
get stripped down for they 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 man, bitch, he can get robbed too
Tell him took it, what the fuck he gonna do?
I hope or I'm a have to set it
And if I set it the cocksucker forget it

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

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

Man, all this walking is hurting my feet
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 to scream 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 keys and cruise up the
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 lookin'?
I to get his life token
I just came home, ain't trying to see Central
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 going out for the loot