Luyện nghe bài hát Loot

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

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

(Verse)
boy, oh boy
Straight out the gutter where have to fight for it
Risk yo life for it, take for it
Boxin awkward in the just like Floyd
Crams rappin, em up in plastic
Put a tax on it to em off to addicts
Yall gotta aks about my actions
I was in from the hood, a crack activist
(I loot)
Nah I ain't dough, sold it on the low low
Hustle up enough to put rims on the 4
in the momo, Obie it's yo dolo
Motorola explode, I was chased though
And I hoes
Bought some foreign now where's the pesos
O in the Oldsmobile, holdin on the dollar
Just forget a holler for lil mama or Fields
Guess I'm a real first
Caught a thrill when I'm them pills, watch it disperse
Hoppin out the house, with problem I phase you
Pager on my could probably feed a nation

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

(Verse)
Hopin out the whips to out of this dixon
Throw a bar, on the nine and you dip it
Super daddy-o, the 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 John Kru
Disrespect me, I gotta go see what the do
Niggas follow, you be with the losers prove
Beneath the or whoever we love before
Cuz we lovin now keep 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 somewhere cordial, don't need a tourist
Tourist only here from some case, you afford this
take a nigga through curses
Nigga I work for this, I murk for
I erase your loved one who birthed yo
mercy on them law that's so powerful is
I kept a on my purse and chest for this just for this

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

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

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