Luyện nghe bài hát Loot

(Intro)
Man they ain't comin back for the
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 loot

(Verse)
boy, oh boy
Straight out the where niggas have to fight for it
Risk yo life for it, take for it
awkward 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 gotta aks about my
I was back in from the hood, a activist
(I loot)
Nah I ain't dough, sold it on the low low
Hustle up enough to put on the 4 door
Hoes in the momo, it's yo dolo
Motorola explode, I was deeply chased
And I hoes
Bought some foreign cuts now where's the
O in the Oldsmobile, holdin on the dollar
Just forget a holler for lil or maybe Fields
Guess I'm a real nigga
Caught a when I'm pushin them pills, watch it disperse
Hoppin out the waffle house, with I phase you
Pager on my waist could feed a nation

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

(Verse)
Hopin out the whips to straight out of dixon
Throw a bar, 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 blue and a nigga John Kru
Disrespect me, I gotta go see what the do
Niggas don't follow, you be with the prove
the core or whoever we love before
Cuz we lovin now keep openin heaven's door
Cuz they for sure, post-mortem some orphan
to go up the hate, Obie Trice Aldrin
Kushin the tourists, up oranges
Drop it somewhere cordial, don't need a tourist
Tourist only here from some case, you afford this
Money a nigga through curses
Nigga I work for this, I for this
I erase your one who birthed yo bitch
mercy on them law that's so powerful is
I kept a pistol on my purse and chest for this for this

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

(Verse)
Crack poppin, Obie know where it
Often mama had a problem my logic
She ain't never stopped so she dead, in peace Eleanor
All she ever wanted for boys was what's better for em
you think I'm sellin for way before the bell out
Reapers on the porch watch a hit a mel out
in 15, nigga hoe sex sell out
No disrespect, boy you wind up in yo mama
I'm just a hustler on some dope boy gunner

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