Luyện nghe bài hát Gimme The Loot

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

My man Inf left a Tec and a nine at my
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 kind of tight
And I'm stressed, yo, let me get the vest
No need for that, just grab the gat
The pocket that's fat the Tec is to his back

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

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

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

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

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

Huh, to mother, I'm dangerous
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, the loot
the loot, gimme the loot
Gimme the loot, the loot
Gimme the loot, gimme the

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

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 back and head
The opposite of peace sending Mom a wreath

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

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

And my Biggie got an itchy one grip
One in the chamber, in the clip
better strip, yeah, nigga, peel
Before you find out how blue steel

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

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

So go get man, bitch, he can get robbed 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
Gimme the loot, the loot
Gimme the loot, the loot

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

Man, all this walking 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 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 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, gettin' 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 just home, ain't trying to see Central Booking
Oh shit, now he lookin' in my

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