Luyện nghe bài hát Loot

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

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

(Verse)
boy, oh boy
Straight out the gutter niggas have to fight for it
yo life for it, take flight 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
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 to put rims on the 4 door
in the momo, Obie it's yo dolo
Motorola explode, I was deeply though
And I erase
Bought some cuts now where's the pesos
O in the Oldsmobile, on the dollar bill
Just forget a holler for lil mama or maybe
Guess I'm a nigga first
Caught a thrill I'm pushin them pills, watch it disperse
Hoppin out the waffle house, with I phase you
Pager on my could probably feed a nation

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

(Verse)
Hopin out the to straight out of this dixon
a bar, eagle 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 take it to 92
With a 40 ounce blue and a nigga like Kru
Disrespect me, I gotta go see the ruga do
Niggas don't follow, you be with the losers
the core or whoever we love before
Cuz we lovin now keep openin heaven's door
Cuz they comin for sure, post-mortem some
Forced to go up the hate, Obie Trice
Kushin the tourists, up oranges
Drop it somewhere cordial, don't need a tourist
only here from some case, you can't afford this
Money take a nigga through
Nigga I for this, I murk for this
I erase your loved one who yo bitch
Have mercy on law that's so powerful is
I a pistol on my purse and chest for this just 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
mama had a problem with my logic
She ain't never so she dead, rest in peace Eleanor
All she ever wanted for them boys was better for em
What you I'm sellin for way before the bell out
Reapers on the porch a lady hit a mel out
First in 15, hoe sex sell out
No disrespect, boy you up in yo mama shit
I'm just a hustler on some boy gunner smith

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