Luyện nghe bài hát Gimme The Loot

Yeah, motherfuckers know
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 ready to get paper, G, you with me?

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

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

the same 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, you're attitude
Because the nigga play 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 bitches too
Up the herring bones and
I give 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 time to eat a I rob and steal
'Cos Mom ain't giving me shit
So for the bread and butter I niggaz in the gutter

Huh, word to mother, I'm
than a bag of fucking Angel Dust
When I bust my gat motherfuckers dirt naps
I'm all that and a dime sack, the payback?

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

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

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

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

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

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, all the holes in your sweater
The money getter, don't have better
Rolex watches and colorful
I'm digging in pockets, can't stop it

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

So go get your man, bitch, he can get too
Tell him Biggie took it, what the he gonna do?
I hope or I'm a have to set it
And if I set it the won't forget it

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

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

Man, listen all this is hurting my feet
But money 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 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 keys and up the block
The bitch act shocked, shot on the spot
Oh shit, the
Be cool,
They gonna roll up, all they want is fucking doughnuts

So why the fuck he keep
I guess to get his token
I came home, ain't trying to see Central Booking
Oh shit, now he in my face

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