Luyện nghe bài hát Gimme The Loot

Yeah, motherfuckers better
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 looking kind of tight
And I'm stressed, yo, Biggie let me get the
No for that, just grab the fucking gat
The pocket that's fat the Tec is to his back

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

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

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

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

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

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

Big up, big up, it's a up, stick up
And I'm shooting niggaz if you hiccup
Don't let me fill my up in your back and head piece
The opposite of peace 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 lick the shits is persistent

Huh, gracious the papers
Where the cash at? Where the at?
Nigga, that before you get your grave dug
From the main thug, 357

And my nigga got an itchy one grip
One in the chamber, thirty-two in the
Motherfuckers better strip, yeah, nigga,
Before you find out how steel feel

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

Man, niggaz come through I'm taking high school too
Bitches get stripped for they earrings and bangles
And when I rock her and drop her I'm taking her door
And if she's resistant, baka, baka,

So go get your man, bitch, he can get too
Tell him Biggie it, what the fuck he gonna do?
I apologetic or I'm a have to set it
And if I set it the cocksucker forget it

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

Man, all this walking is hurting my feet
But looks sweet in the Isuzu jeep

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

You better haul ass, 'cos I with no fucking chase
So lace up your boots, I'm about to shoot
A true going out for the loot