Luyện nghe bài hát Loot

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

Yea!
Trice
Yea
Obie Trice
that shit, nigga
Get it real nigga, no
You know what I'm talkin
I need
I need

(Verse)
boy, oh boy
Straight out the gutter where niggas to fight for it
Risk yo life for it, take for it
Boxin awkward in the game just like
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 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 yo dolo
Motorola explode, I was chased though
And I erase
Bought some foreign cuts now where's the
O in the Oldsmobile, holdin on the dollar
Just a holler for lil mama or maybe Fields
Guess I'm a real nigga
Caught a thrill when I'm them pills, watch it disperse
Hoppin out the waffle house, with problem I you
Pager on my waist could probably a nation

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

(Verse)
Hopin out the to straight out of this dixon
Throw a bar, 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 it back to 92
With a 40 ounce blue and a nigga like Kru
me, I gotta go see what the ruga do
Niggas don't follow, you be with the prove
Beneath the core or whoever we before
Cuz whoever we lovin now keep openin door
Cuz they for sure, post-mortem some orphan
Forced to go up the hate, Obie Aldrin
Kushin the tourists, up oranges
it down somewhere cordial, don't need a tourist
Tourist here from some case, you can't afford this
take a nigga 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 this for this

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

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

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