Luyện nghe bài hát Loot

(Intro)
Man they comin back for the cocaine
They came back

Yea!
Trice
Yea
Obie Trice
that shit, nigga
Get it nigga, no gimmicks
You know I'm talkin bout
I loot
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, wrappin em up in
Put a tax on it to ship em off to
Yall gotta aks about my actions
I was in from the hood, a crack activist
(I loot)
Nah I blow dough, sold it on the low low
up enough to put rims on the 4 door
Hoes in the momo, Obie it's yo
Motorola explode, I was deeply chased
And I hoes
some foreign cuts now where's the pesos
O in the Oldsmobile, holdin on the bill
Just forget a holler for lil or maybe Fields
I'm a real 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 waist probably feed a nation

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

(Verse)
Hopin out the whips to straight out of dixon
a bar, eagle on the nine and you dip it
Super daddy-o, the sound audio
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 John Kru
Disrespect me, I go see what the ruga do
Niggas don't follow, you be with the losers
Beneath the core or we love before
Cuz whoever we now keep openin heaven's door
Cuz they comin for sure, some 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 from some case, you can't afford this
Money take a nigga through
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 pistol on my and chest for this just for this

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

(Verse)
Crack poppin, Obie know where it
mama had a problem with my logic
She ain't never stopped so she dead, in peace Eleanor
All she ever wanted for them boys was what's for em
What you think I'm for way before the bell out
Reapers on the porch watch a hit a mel out
First in 15, hoe sex sell out
No disrespect, boy you wind up in yo mama
I'm a hustler on some dope boy gunner smith

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