Luyện nghe bài hát Loot

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

Yea!
Trice
Yea
Obie Obie
It's shit, nigga
Get it nigga, no gimmicks
You know I'm talkin bout
I loot
I loot

(Verse)
boy, oh boy
Straight out the where niggas have to fight for it
yo life for it, take flight for it
Boxin awkward in the game just Floyd
Crams rappin, em up in plastic
Put a tax on it to em off to addicts
ain't gotta aks about my actions
I was back in the hood, a crack activist
(I loot)
Nah I blow dough, sold it on the low low
Hustle up enough to put rims on the 4
Hoes in the momo, it's yo dolo
Motorola explode, I was chased though
And I erase
Bought some cuts now where's the pesos
O in the Oldsmobile, on the dollar bill
Just forget a for lil mama or maybe Fields
Guess I'm a real nigga
Caught a thrill when I'm pushin them pills, it disperse
Hoppin out the waffle house, with I phase you
Pager on my could probably feed a nation

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

(Verse)
Hopin out the whips to straight out of this
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 it back to 92
With a 40 ounce and a nigga like John Kru
Disrespect me, I go see what the ruga do
don't follow, you be with the losers 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, Obie Trice
the tourists, wrapped up oranges
Drop it down cordial, don't need a tourist
only here from some case, you can't afford this
Money take a nigga through
Nigga I work for this, I murk for
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 just for

(Hook)
I mean
Straight slingin
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 peace
All she wanted for them boys was what's better for em
What you I'm sellin for way before the bell out
Reapers on the porch a lady hit a mel out
First in 15, hoe sex sell out
No disrespect, boy you wind up in yo shit
I'm just a on some dope boy gunner smith

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