Luyện nghe bài hát Loot

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

Yea!
Obie
Yea
Obie Obie
that shit, nigga
Get it real nigga, no
You know I'm talkin bout
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
rappin, wrappin em up in plastic
Put a tax on it to ship em off to
Yall ain't aks about my actions
I was back in the hood, a crack activist
(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
explode, I was deeply chased though
And I erase
Bought some foreign cuts now where's the
O in the Oldsmobile, on the dollar bill
Just forget a holler for lil mama or maybe
I'm a real nigga first
Caught a thrill when I'm pushin them pills, watch it
Hoppin out the waffle house, problem I phase you
Pager on my waist could probably a nation

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

(Verse)
Hopin out the whips to out of this dixon
Throw a bar, on the nine and you dip it
Super daddy-o, the champ audio
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 gotta go see 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 openin heaven's
Cuz they comin for sure, post-mortem orphan
Forced to go up the hate, Trice Aldrin
the tourists, wrapped up oranges
Drop it down somewhere cordial, don't need a
Tourist here from some case, you can't afford this
take a nigga through curses
Nigga I work for this, I for this
I erase loved one who birthed yo bitch
mercy on them law that's so powerful is
I kept a pistol on my purse and for this just for this

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

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

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