Luyện nghe bài hát Gimme The Loot

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

My man Inf a Tec and a nine 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, Biggie let me get the
No need for that, just the fucking gat
The pocket that's fat the Tec is to his back

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

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

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

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

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

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, where the

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

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

talking to the robbery expert
Stepping to your wake with your blood on my
Don't be a jerk and get over being resistant
'Cos when I lick shots the shits is

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

And my nigga Biggie got an itchy one
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 in your sweater
The getter, motherfuckers don't have better
Rolex watches and Swatches
I'm digging in pockets, can't stop it

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

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

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

Man, listen all this 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 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 kick her in the
Hit her the gat
Yo chill, Shorty, let me do

Just get the fucking car keys and cruise up the
The act shocked, gettin' 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 keep
I to get his life token
I just home, ain't trying to see Central Booking
Oh shit, now he lookin' in my

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