Luyện nghe bài hát Gimme The Loot

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

My man Inf left a Tec and a nine at my
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 pocket's kind of tight
And I'm stressed, yo, Biggie let me get the
No need for that, grab the fucking gat
The pocket 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, stick and move, stick and
Nigga, you got to explain shit
I've been robbin' 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 even try to
his mother singing "It's so hard"

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

Then I'm dipping up the and I'm robbing bitches too
Up the herring and bamboos
I wouldn't give fuck if pregnant
Give me the baby rings and a number one mom

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

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

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

Gimme the loot, gimme the
Gimme the loot, the loot
the loot, gimme the loot
Gimme the loot, 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 opposite of peace Mom Duke a wreath

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

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

And my nigga got an itchy one grip
One in the chamber, thirty-two in the
better strip, yeah, nigga, peel
Before you find out how blue feel

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

Man, niggaz through I'm taking high school rings too
Bitches get stripped down for they and bangles
And when I rock her and drop her I'm taking her door
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 hope apologetic or I'm a to set it
And if I set it the cocksucker forget it

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, the loot
the loot, gimme the loot

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

Man, I throw him in the Beem, you grab the 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 kick her in the
Hit her the gat
Yo chill, Shorty, let me do

Just get the fucking car keys and cruise up the
The act shocked, gettin' shot on the spot
Oh shit, the
Be cool,
They gonna roll up, all they want is fucking doughnuts

So why the fuck he lookin'?
I guess to get his token
I just home, ain't trying 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 going out for the loot