Luyện nghe bài hát Loot

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

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

(Verse)
boy, oh boy
Straight out the where niggas have to fight for it
Risk yo life for it, take for it
Boxin awkward in the game just like
Crams rappin, em up in plastic
Put a tax on it to em off to addicts
Yall ain't gotta aks about my
I was back in from the hood, a activist
(I loot)
Nah I ain't blow dough, it on the low low
Hustle up enough to put on the 4 door
Hoes in the momo, Obie yo dolo
Motorola explode, I was deeply chased
And I erase
Bought some foreign cuts now where's the
O in the Oldsmobile, on the dollar bill
Just a holler for lil mama or maybe Fields
Guess I'm a real nigga
Caught a thrill when I'm pushin them pills, watch it
Hoppin out the waffle house, 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 nigga, no gimmicks
Pack guns,

(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 sound
Those 15's, I'm the man in the
Allow me to it back to 92
With a 40 ounce blue and a like John Kru
me, I gotta go see what the ruga do
Niggas don't follow, you be with the prove
Beneath the core or whoever we before
Cuz whoever we now keep openin heaven's door
Cuz they comin for sure, post-mortem some
Forced to go up the hate, Trice Aldrin
Kushin the tourists, wrapped up
Drop it down somewhere cordial, don't a tourist
Tourist only from some case, you can't afford this
Money take a nigga through
Nigga I for this, I murk for this
I your loved one who birthed yo bitch
mercy on them law that's so powerful is
I a pistol on my purse and chest for this just for this

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

(Verse)
Crack poppin, Obie where it markin
Often mama had a with my logic
She ain't never 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
Reapers on the porch 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
slingin rocks
I'm just a hustler on some dope boy gunner
Yea!