Luyện nghe bài hát Loot

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

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

(Verse)
boy, oh boy
Straight out the gutter where niggas to fight for it
Risk yo for it, take flight for it
awkward in the game just like Floyd
Crams rappin, em up in plastic
Put a tax on it to em off to addicts
Yall ain't gotta aks my actions
I was back in from the hood, a activist
(I loot)
Nah I ain't blow dough, it on the low low
Hustle up enough to put on the 4 door
in the momo, Obie it's yo dolo
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 for lil mama or maybe Fields
Guess I'm a nigga first
a thrill when I'm pushin them pills, watch it disperse
Hoppin out the waffle house, with problem I you
Pager on my waist probably feed a nation

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

(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 audio
15's, I'm the man in the body-o
Allow me to take it to 92
With a 40 ounce blue and a nigga John Kru
Disrespect me, I gotta go see the ruga do
Niggas follow, you be with the losers prove
Beneath the core or we love before
Cuz whoever we lovin now openin heaven's door
Cuz they comin for sure, post-mortem orphan
Forced to go up the hate, Obie Trice
the tourists, wrapped up oranges
Drop it down somewhere cordial, need a tourist
Tourist only here from some case, you afford this
Money take a through curses
Nigga I for this, I murk for this
I erase your loved one who yo bitch
Have on them law that's so powerful is
I kept a pistol on my purse and chest for just for this

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

(Verse)
Crack poppin, Obie know it markin
Often mama had a with my logic
She ain't never stopped so she dead, 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
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 shit
I'm just a hustler on some boy gunner smith

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