Luyện nghe bài hát Loot

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

Yea!
Trice
Yea
Obie Obie
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 where niggas have to fight for it
yo life for it, take flight for it
Boxin awkward in the game just like
rappin, wrappin 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 the hood, a crack activist
(I loot)
Nah I blow dough, sold it on the low low
Hustle up to put rims on the 4 door
Hoes in the momo, it's yo dolo
Motorola explode, I was deeply though
And I erase
some foreign cuts now where's the pesos
O in the Oldsmobile, on the dollar bill
forget a holler for lil mama or maybe Fields
Guess I'm a real nigga
a thrill when I'm pushin them pills, watch it disperse
Hoppin out the waffle house, with I phase you
Pager on my waist could feed a nation

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

(Verse)
Hopin out the whips to out of this dixon
Throw a bar, on the nine and you dip it
daddy-o, the champ sound audio
Those 15's, I'm the man in the
Allow me to take it to 92
With a 40 ounce blue and a nigga John Kru
Disrespect me, I go see what the ruga 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 orphan
Forced to go up the hate, Trice Aldrin
Kushin the tourists, wrapped up
Drop it down somewhere cordial, don't a tourist
Tourist only here from some case, you afford this
Money a nigga through curses
Nigga I for this, I murk for this
I erase your one who birthed yo bitch
Have mercy on them law that's so is
I kept a pistol on my purse and chest for this for this

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

(Verse)
Crack poppin, Obie where it markin
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
you think I'm sellin 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 up in yo mama shit
I'm just a on some dope boy gunner smith

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