Luyện nghe bài hát Loot

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

Yea!
Trice
Yea
Obie Trice
It's that shit,
Get it real nigga, no
You know what I'm bout
I loot
I loot

(Verse)
boy, oh boy
Straight out the gutter where have to fight for it
Risk yo for it, take flight 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
ain't gotta 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 enough to put rims on the 4
Hoes in the momo, Obie it's yo
Motorola explode, I was chased though
And I erase
Bought foreign cuts now where's the pesos
O in the Oldsmobile, holdin on the bill
Just forget a holler for lil or maybe Fields
Guess I'm a real nigga
Caught a thrill when I'm pushin them pills, it disperse
out the waffle house, with problem I phase you
Pager on my waist could probably a nation

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

(Verse)
Hopin out the whips to out of this dixon
Throw a bar, on the nine and you dip it
daddy-o, the champ sound audio
Those 15's, I'm the man in the
Allow me to it back to 92
With a 40 ounce blue and a nigga like Kru
Disrespect me, I gotta go see what the do
Niggas don't follow, you be with the losers
Beneath the core or whoever we love
Cuz whoever we lovin now keep openin door
Cuz they comin for sure, post-mortem orphan
Forced to go up the hate, Obie Trice
Kushin the tourists, up oranges
Drop it down somewhere cordial, need a tourist
Tourist only here some case, you can't afford this
take a nigga through curses
Nigga I work for this, I for this
I erase your loved one who birthed yo
Have mercy on law that's so powerful is
I kept a pistol on my purse and for this just for this

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

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

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