Luyện nghe bài hát Gimme The Loot

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

My man Inf left a Tec and a nine at my
Turned 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 pocket's looking 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
Treat it like boxing, stick and move, and move
Nigga, you ain't got to shit
I've robbin' motherfuckers since the slave ships

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
Because the nigga pussy that's the nigga that's getting screwed
And bruised up the pistol whipping
on the neck from the necklace stripping

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

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

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

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

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

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

You're talking to the expert
Stepping to wake with your blood on my shirt
be a jerk and get smoked over being resistant
'Cos when I lick shots the is persistent

Huh, gracious the papers
Where the cash at? the stash at?
Nigga, pass before you get your 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 blue steel

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

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

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

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

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

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 thinks she a

Ooh, Biggie, let me her
I her in the back
Hit her the gat
Yo chill, Shorty, let me do

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

So why the fuck he lookin'?
I guess to get his life
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 chase
So up your boots, 'cos I'm about to shoot
A true going out for the loot