Luyện nghe bài hát Gimme The Loot

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

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 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 need for that, just grab the 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, and move, stick and move
Nigga, you ain't got to shit
I've robbin' motherfuckers since the slave ships

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Huh, gracious the papers
Where the cash at? 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, thirty-two in the
better strip, yeah, nigga, peel
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 colorful
I'm digging in pockets, motherfuckers can't it

Man, niggaz come through I'm taking high school too
Bitches get stripped down for they and bangles
And when I her and drop 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 he gonna do?
I apologetic or I'm a have to set it
And if I set it the cocksucker forget it

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

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

Man, I throw him in the Beem, you grab the C.R.E.A.M
And if he start to scream bam, bam, 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 kick her in the
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 ain't gonna up, all they want is fucking doughnuts

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

You haul 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