Luyện nghe bài hát Loot

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

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

(Verse)
boy, oh boy
Straight out the where niggas have to fight for it
Risk yo life for it, flight for it
Boxin awkward in the game just Floyd
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 in from the hood, a crack activist
(I loot)
Nah I ain't blow dough, 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 deeply chased
And I hoes
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
I'm a real nigga first
Caught a thrill I'm pushin them pills, watch it disperse
Hoppin out the waffle house, with problem I you
Pager on my waist could feed a nation

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

(Verse)
Hopin out the whips to straight out of this
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
Allow me to take it to 92
With a 40 ounce and a nigga like John Kru
Disrespect me, I gotta go see the ruga do
don't follow, you be with the losers prove
Beneath the or whoever 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, wrapped up
Drop it down cordial, don't need a tourist
Tourist only here some case, you can't afford this
Money take a nigga through
I work for this, I murk for this
I your loved one who birthed yo bitch
Have mercy on law that's so powerful is
I kept a pistol on my purse and for this just for this

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

(Verse)
Crack poppin, Obie where it markin
Often mama had a with my logic
She never stopped so she dead, rest in peace Eleanor
All she ever wanted for 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 mama
I'm a hustler on some dope boy gunner smith

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