Luyện nghe bài hát Gimme The Loot

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

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 ready to get this paper, G, you me?

Motherfucking right, my looking kind of tight
And I'm stressed, yo, let me get the vest
No for that, just grab the fucking gat
The first that's fat the Tec is to his back

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

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

Yes, love, love, fucking attitude
the nigga 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 dipping up the block and I'm bitches too
Up the bones and bamboos
I wouldn't fuck if you're pregnant
Give me the rings and a number one mom pendant

I'm niggaz like Shaquille, shit is real
it's time to eat a meal I rob and steal
'Cos Mom Duke ain't me shit
So for the and butter 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, where the

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Gimme the loot, gimme the
Gimme the loot, 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
up, he got a fucking bitch 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

get the fucking car keys and cruise up the block
The bitch act shocked, gettin' shot on the
Oh shit, the
Be cool,
They gonna roll up, all they want is fucking doughnuts

So why the he keep lookin'?
I guess to get his token
I just came home, trying to see Central Booking
Oh shit, now he lookin' in my

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