Luyện nghe bài hát Loot

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

Yea!
Obie
Yea
Obie Trice
It's shit, nigga
Get it real nigga, no
You what I'm talkin bout
I need
I need

(Verse)
boy, oh boy
Straight out the gutter where niggas to fight for it
Risk yo life for it, flight for it
Boxin awkward in the just like Floyd
Crams rappin, wrappin em up in
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 blow dough, sold it on the low low
up enough to put rims on the 4 door
Hoes in the momo, it's yo dolo
Motorola explode, I was chased though
And I hoes
Bought some cuts now where's the pesos
O in the Oldsmobile, holdin on the bill
forget a holler for lil mama or maybe Fields
Guess I'm a nigga first
Caught a thrill I'm pushin them pills, watch it disperse
out the waffle house, with problem I phase you
Pager on my waist could probably feed a

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

(Verse)
Hopin out the whips to out of this dixon
Throw a bar, eagle on the 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 and a nigga like John Kru
Disrespect me, I gotta go see what the do
don't follow, you be with the losers prove
Beneath the core or we love before
Cuz whoever we lovin now keep openin door
Cuz they comin for sure, post-mortem some
to go up the hate, Obie Trice Aldrin
Kushin the tourists, up oranges
it down somewhere cordial, don't need a tourist
Tourist only here from some case, you afford this
Money take a nigga through
Nigga I work for this, I for this
I your loved one who birthed yo bitch
Have mercy on them law that's so is
I a pistol on my purse and chest for this just for this

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

(Verse)
poppin, Obie know where it markin
Often mama had a problem my logic
She ain't stopped so she dead, rest in peace Eleanor
All she ever wanted for them boys was what's for em
What you think I'm sellin for way before the out
on the porch watch a lady hit a mel out
First in 15, nigga hoe sex out
No disrespect, boy you wind up in yo mama
I'm just a hustler on some dope boy gunner

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