Luyện nghe bài hát Loot

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

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

(Verse)
boy, oh boy
Straight out the gutter where have to fight for it
yo life for it, take flight for it
Boxin awkward in the game like Floyd
Crams rappin, wrappin em up in
Put a tax on it to ship em off to
ain't gotta aks about my actions
I was back in the hood, a crack activist
(I loot)
Nah I ain't dough, sold it on the low low
Hustle up enough to put on the 4 door
Hoes in the momo, it's yo dolo
Motorola explode, I was deeply chased
And I hoes
Bought some cuts now where's the pesos
O in the Oldsmobile, holdin on the dollar
Just forget a holler for lil mama or Fields
Guess I'm a real nigga
Caught a thrill when I'm pushin pills, watch it disperse
out the waffle house, with problem I phase you
Pager on my waist could probably feed a

(Hook)
I mean
Straight rocks
Oh man they so crooked as... Trice!
Get it real nigga, no
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 like John Kru
Disrespect me, I gotta go see what the do
Niggas follow, you be with the losers prove
Beneath the core or we love before
Cuz whoever we lovin now openin heaven's door
Cuz comin for sure, post-mortem some orphan
Forced to go up the hate, Obie Trice
Kushin the tourists, up oranges
Drop it down somewhere cordial, need a tourist
Tourist only here from case, you can't afford this
Money take a through curses
Nigga I work for this, I for this
I erase your loved one who yo bitch
Have mercy on them law so powerful is
I kept a pistol on my purse and for this just for this

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

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

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