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 at my crib
Turned 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 pocket's looking kind of
And I'm stressed, yo, let me get the vest
No need for that, just grab the gat
The first pocket 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, stick and
Nigga, you got to explain shit
I've been motherfuckers since the slave 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
the nigga play pussy that's the nigga that's getting screwed
And bruised up from the pistol
Webs on the neck from the stripping

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

I'm slamming niggaz like Shaquille, shit is
When it's time to eat a 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 a bag of fucking Angel Dust
I bust my gat motherfuckers take dirt naps
I'm all that and a sack, where the payback?

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

Gimme the loot, 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 clip up in your back and piece
The opposite of peace sending Mom Duke a

You're talking to the robbery
Stepping to your wake your blood on my shirt
Don't be a jerk and get smoked over being
'Cos when I lick shots the shits is

Huh, goodness gracious the
Where the at? Where the stash 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,
you find out how blue steel feel

From the Beretta, all the holes in your sweater
The money getter, motherfuckers have better
Rolex and colorful Swatches
I'm digging in pockets, motherfuckers stop it

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

So go get man, bitch, he can get robbed 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 won't forget it

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

Gimme the loot, the loot
Gimme the loot, gimme the
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 him in the Beem, you grab the fucking C.R.E.A.M
And if he start to scream bam, bam, a nice 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 keys and cruise up the
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 he keep lookin'?
I guess to get his token
I just came home, ain't trying to see Central
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 motherfucker going out for the loot