Luyện nghe bài hát Loot

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

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

(Verse)
boy, oh boy
Straight out the gutter where niggas have to for it
Risk yo 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 ship em off to
Yall ain't gotta aks my actions
I was in from the hood, a crack activist
(I loot)
Nah I blow dough, sold it on the low low
Hustle up enough to put on the 4 door
Hoes in the momo, Obie it's yo
Motorola explode, I was chased 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 real nigga
Caught a thrill I'm pushin them pills, watch it disperse
Hoppin out the waffle house, problem I phase you
Pager on my waist could probably a nation

(Hook)
I mean
Straight slingin
Oh man they so crooked as... Trice!
Get it nigga, no gimmicks
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 audio
Those 15's, I'm the man in the
me to take it back to 92
With a 40 ounce blue and a nigga John Kru
Disrespect me, I gotta go see what the do
Niggas don't follow, you be with the losers
Beneath the or whoever we love before
Cuz whoever we lovin now openin heaven's door
Cuz they for sure, post-mortem some orphan
Forced to go up the hate, Obie Trice
Kushin the tourists, up oranges
it down somewhere cordial, don't need a tourist
Tourist only here from some case, you can't this
take a nigga through curses
Nigga I work for this, I murk for
I erase your loved one who yo bitch
mercy on them law that's so powerful is
I kept a on my purse and chest for this just for this

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

(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 wanted for them boys was what's better for em
What you think I'm for way before the bell out
on the porch watch a lady hit a mel out
First in 15, hoe sex sell out
No disrespect, boy you wind up in yo shit
I'm just a hustler on some dope boy smith

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