Luyện nghe bài hát Loot

(Intro)
Man they ain't comin for the cocaine
They came back

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

(Verse)
boy, oh boy
Straight out the gutter where have to fight for it
Risk yo for it, take flight for it
Boxin in the game just like Floyd
Crams rappin, wrappin em up in
Put a tax on it to em off to addicts
Yall ain't aks about my actions
I was back in from the hood, a crack
(I loot)
Nah I ain't dough, sold it on the low low
Hustle up to put rims on the 4 door
Hoes in the momo, Obie it's yo
Motorola explode, I was chased though
And I erase
Bought some foreign cuts now where's the
O in the Oldsmobile, holdin on the bill
Just forget a holler for lil or maybe Fields
I'm a real nigga first
Caught a thrill when I'm pushin them pills, it disperse
Hoppin out the house, with problem I phase you
Pager on my waist could feed a nation

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

(Verse)
Hopin out the whips to straight out of this
Throw a bar, on the nine and you dip it
Super daddy-o, the sound audio
15's, I'm the man in the body-o
Allow me to it back to 92
With a 40 ounce blue and a like John Kru
Disrespect me, I gotta go see what the do
Niggas don't follow, you be with the prove
Beneath the core or whoever we before
Cuz we lovin now keep openin heaven's door
Cuz they comin for sure, post-mortem some
Forced to go up the hate, Trice Aldrin
Kushin the tourists, wrapped up
Drop it down cordial, don't need a tourist
only here from some case, you can't afford this
Money a nigga through curses
I work for this, I murk for this
I erase your loved one who birthed yo
mercy on them law that's so powerful is
I kept a on my purse and chest for this just for this

(Hook)
I look
Straight rocks
Oh man come so crooked as... Trice!
Get it real nigga, no
guns, ridiculous

(Verse)
Crack poppin, know where it markin
mama had a problem with my logic
She never stopped so she dead, rest in peace Eleanor
All she ever wanted for them was what's better for em
What you think I'm sellin for way the bell out
on the porch watch a lady hit a mel out
First in 15, hoe sex sell out
No disrespect, boy you wind up in yo mama
I'm just a hustler on some boy gunner smith

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