Luyện nghe bài hát Loot

(Intro)
Man they comin back for the cocaine
They back mace

Yea!
Obie
Yea
Obie Obie
that shit, nigga
Get it nigga, no gimmicks
You know what I'm talkin
I need
I need

(Verse)
boy, oh boy
Straight out the where niggas have to fight for it
Risk yo life for it, take for it
Boxin awkward in the just like Floyd
Crams rappin, em up in plastic
Put a tax on it to ship em off to
Yall ain't gotta aks about my
I was back in the hood, a crack activist
(I loot)
Nah I ain't dough, sold it on the low low
up enough to put rims on the 4 door
Hoes in the momo, Obie yo dolo
Motorola explode, I was deeply though
And I hoes
Bought some foreign now where's the pesos
O in the Oldsmobile, on the dollar bill
forget a holler for lil mama or maybe Fields
Guess I'm a real nigga
Caught a when I'm pushin them pills, watch it disperse
Hoppin out the house, with problem I phase you
on my waist could probably feed a nation

(Hook)
I look
Straight slingin
Oh man they so crooked as... Trice!
Get it nigga, no gimmicks
Pack guns,

(Verse)
Hopin out the to straight out of this dixon
a bar, eagle on the nine and you dip it
Super daddy-o, the champ sound
15's, I'm the man in the body-o
Allow me to take it to 92
a 40 ounce blue and a nigga like John Kru
Disrespect me, I go see what the ruga do
Niggas don't follow, you be the losers prove
Beneath the core or whoever we love
Cuz whoever we lovin now keep heaven's door
Cuz comin for sure, post-mortem some orphan
Forced to go up the hate, Trice Aldrin
the tourists, wrapped up oranges
Drop it down somewhere cordial, don't a tourist
Tourist only here from some case, you afford this
Money take a nigga curses
Nigga I for this, I murk for this
I erase loved one who birthed yo bitch
Have mercy on them law that's so is
I kept a pistol on my purse and chest for this for this

(Hook)
I mean
slingin rocks
Oh man they so crooked as... Trice!
Get it nigga, no gimmicks
guns, ridiculous

(Verse)
Crack poppin, know where it markin
Often mama had a with my logic
She ain't never stopped so she dead, rest in Eleanor
All she ever wanted for them boys was better for em
What you think I'm sellin for way before the out
on the porch watch a lady hit a mel out
First in 15, nigga hoe sex out
No disrespect, boy you up in yo mama shit
I'm just a hustler on some dope boy gunner

(Outro)
Straight slingin
I'm a hustler on some dope boy gunner smith
slingin rocks
I'm a hustler on some dope boy gunner smith
Yea!