Luyện nghe bài hát Loot

(Intro)
Man they comin back for the cocaine
They came back

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

(Verse)
boy, oh boy
Straight out the gutter where niggas to fight for it
Risk yo life for it, flight for it
Boxin awkward in the game just Floyd
Crams rappin, wrappin em up in
Put a tax on it to em off to addicts
Yall ain't gotta aks my actions
I was back in from the hood, a crack
(I loot)
Nah I ain't blow dough, 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 chased
And I hoes
Bought some foreign now where's the pesos
O in the Oldsmobile, holdin on the dollar
forget a holler for lil mama or maybe Fields
Guess I'm a real first
Caught a thrill when I'm pushin pills, watch it disperse
Hoppin out the waffle house, with I phase you
Pager on my waist probably feed a nation

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

(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 audio
15's, I'm the man in the body-o
Allow me to it back to 92
With a 40 ounce blue and a nigga like 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 now keep openin heaven's door
Cuz they comin for sure, post-mortem orphan
Forced to go up the hate, Trice Aldrin
the tourists, wrapped up oranges
Drop it down somewhere cordial, don't need a
Tourist only here from some case, you can't afford
take a nigga through curses
Nigga I work for this, I murk for
I erase your loved one who birthed yo
Have on them law that's so powerful is
I kept a pistol on my purse and for this just for this

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

(Verse)
poppin, Obie know where it markin
Often mama had a problem with my
She ain't never stopped so she dead, rest in peace
All she ever wanted for boys was what's better for em
What you think I'm for way before the bell 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 a hustler on some dope boy gunner smith

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