Luyện nghe bài hát Loot

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

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

(Verse)
boy, oh boy
Straight out the gutter 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 ship em off to
Yall ain't gotta aks my actions
I was back in from the hood, a crack
(I loot)
Nah I ain't dough, sold it on the low low
Hustle up enough to put rims on the 4
Hoes in the momo, Obie yo dolo
Motorola explode, I was deeply though
And I erase
Bought some foreign now where's the pesos
O in the Oldsmobile, holdin on the bill
Just forget a holler for lil mama or maybe
Guess I'm a real nigga
Caught a thrill when I'm pushin them pills, it disperse
Hoppin out the waffle house, with I phase you
on my waist could probably feed a nation

(Hook)
I look
Straight slingin
Oh man come so crooked as... Trice!
Get it nigga, no gimmicks
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 sound audio
15's, I'm the man in the body-o
Allow me to it back to 92
a 40 ounce blue and a nigga like 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 keep openin door
Cuz they comin for sure, post-mortem orphan
Forced to go up the hate, Obie Trice
the tourists, wrapped up oranges
Drop it down somewhere cordial, don't need a
Tourist here from some case, you can't afford this
Money a nigga through curses
Nigga I for this, I murk for this
I erase loved one who birthed yo bitch
Have mercy on them law that's so is
I kept a pistol on my and chest for this just for this

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

(Verse)
Crack poppin, know where it markin
Often had a problem 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 I'm sellin for way before the bell out
Reapers on the 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 rocks
I'm just a hustler on some dope boy gunner
Straight rocks
I'm just a on some dope boy gunner smith
Yea!