Luyện nghe bài hát Gimme The Loot

Yeah, better know
Huh, huh, lock your windows, your 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 paper, G, you with me?

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

Word is bond, I'm a smoke him yo fake no moves
Treat it like boxing, and move, stick and move
Nigga, you ain't got to shit
I've been robbin' motherfuckers 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 pussy that's the nigga that's getting
And bruised up from the whipping
on the neck from the necklace stripping

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

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

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

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
the loot, gimme the loot
Gimme the loot, gimme the
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 my clip up in your back and head piece
The of peace sending Mom Duke a wreath

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

Huh, gracious the papers
Where the cash at? the stash at?
Nigga, pass that you get your grave dug
From the main thug, 357

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 blue steel

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

Man, niggaz come through I'm taking school rings too
Bitches get stripped down for they earrings and
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 hope apologetic or I'm a to set it
And if I set it the cocksucker won't it

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

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

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

Man, I throw him in the Beem, you grab the C.R.E.A.M
And if he start to bam, bam, have 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 and cruise 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 he keep lookin'?
I guess to get his life
I just came home, ain't to see Central Booking
Oh shit, now he in my face

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