Luyện nghe bài hát Gimme The Loot

Yeah, better know
Huh, huh, lock your windows, close 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 ready to get paper, G, you with me?

Motherfucking right, my pocket's looking kind of
And I'm stressed, yo, let me get the vest
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 don't no moves
Treat it like boxing, stick and move, and move
Nigga, you got to explain shit
I've been robbin' motherfuckers the slave ships

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

Yes, love, love, you're attitude
Because the nigga play pussy that's the nigga 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 robbing too
Up the herring bones and
I wouldn't give fuck if pregnant
Give me the baby and a number one mom pendant

I'm slamming niggaz like Shaquille, is real
When it's time to eat a meal I rob and
'Cos Mom Duke ain't 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 take dirt
I'm all that and a sack, where the payback?

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

Big up, big up, it's a 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 to the robbery expert
Stepping to your wake your blood on my shirt
Don't be a jerk and get over being resistant
'Cos when I lick the shits is persistent

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

And my Biggie got an itchy one grip
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 money getter, motherfuckers have better
watches and colorful 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 her I'm taking her door knockers
And if resistant, baka, baka, baka

So go get man, bitch, he can get robbed too
him Biggie took it, what the fuck 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, the loot
Gimme the loot, 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, the loot

Man, listen all this walking is 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 and diamonds, she thinks 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 up the block
The bitch act shocked, gettin' shot on the
Oh shit, the
Be cool,
They ain't gonna roll up, all they want is doughnuts

So why the fuck he lookin'?
I guess to get his life
I just came home, ain't trying to see Central
Oh shit, now he in my face

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