Luyện nghe bài hát Gimme The Loot

Yeah, motherfuckers better
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 paper, G, you with me?

Motherfucking right, my pocket's kind of tight
And I'm stressed, yo, Biggie let me get the
No need for that, grab 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 boxing, stick and move, stick and move
Nigga, you ain't got to shit
I've been motherfuckers since the slave ships

With the clip and the same 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, fucking attitude
the nigga play pussy that's the nigga that's getting screwed
And bruised up from the whipping
Webs on the neck the necklace stripping

Then I'm up the block and I'm robbing bitches too
Up the herring bones and
I wouldn't fuck if you're pregnant
Give me the baby rings and a number one mom

I'm slamming niggaz like Shaquille, shit is
When it's to eat a meal I rob and steal
'Cos Mom Duke 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 Angel Dust
I bust my gat motherfuckers take dirt naps
I'm all that and a dime sack, the payback?

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

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

Big up, big up, it's a up, stick up
And I'm shooting 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 robbery
Stepping to your wake with blood on my shirt
Don't be a and get smoked over being resistant
'Cos when I shots the shits is persistent

Huh, goodness the papers
the cash at? Where the stash at?
Nigga, pass that 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 strip, yeah, nigga, peel
you find out how blue steel feel

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

Man, niggaz come through I'm taking school rings too
Bitches get stripped down for 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
him Biggie 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 won't it

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

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

Man, listen all this 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 start to scream bam, bam, have a dream
up, he got a fucking bitch in the car
Fur coats and diamonds, she 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 and cruise up the block
The bitch act shocked, gettin' on the spot
Oh shit, the
Be cool,
They gonna roll up, all they want is fucking doughnuts

So why the he keep lookin'?
I to get his life token
I just home, ain't trying to see Central Booking
Oh shit, now he in my face

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