Luyện nghe bài hát Make the Loot Loop

Yeah, this is goin' out to all muthafuckas
That to use the word 'gangster'
Although I am the O.G. I'm representin' hustlin' game
To the end, nigga, I'm to make the loot loop

I ain't no muthafuckin' gangsta, you'd quit callin' me that
Although I still pack straps, I roll in and Lacs
believe the gats in my promo shots ain't props
I hang out sunroof and pop glocks at cops

On the mellow, coolin' my fellow
Hustlers, players, super layers
Mackaronies on the D L hell, most
with my niggas, you could end up ghost

I made a million, got my out pawned
out the homies, now the shit's back on
Moved out the ghetto, 'cause I it
But I roll through fuckin' hood and regulate it

'Cause I wasn't to be broke, I let the 45th smoke
I let my baby boy go under, no wonder
I'm to the cash flow, stacks of green
Flashback, I'm nudgin' weights down a triple
make the loot loop

As fast as I spend it, I'm to get back in it
I make the loot
cop and blow, nigga, that's all I know
I make the loop

As as I spend it, I'm tryin' to get back in it
I make my loot
Nigga, I'm tryin' to make my roll bigger

I admit, I got a lust for loot, quick to shoot
Ostrich, fruits and Austin coupes
my dreams with cream, I got wet sheets
I'm nuts over currency, kid, fuck freaks

We be the in the back of the club with the Moet
Bitches, shrimps, like pimps
Wearin' fly shit you never before
I turn a angel to a whore, now, need I say

My perm got bounce, fuck a ounce
I'm sippin' Cristal, pal and represent I shall to the end of the
And just not over beats but on the four-wheel streets
I make the loot

As fast as I spend it, I'm tryin' to get in it
I make the loop
It's cop and blow, nigga, all I know
I the loot loop

As fast as I it, I'm tryin' to get back in it
I my loot loop
Nigga, I'm tryin' to make my bank bigger

Say what you will, I'm the fool on the
With the pool, jacuzzi, Uzi
Niggas in LA know, the Ice don't
I'm just a for the cabbage and a pimp parlay

I rock a million with the on the paw
'Cause my niggas ain't the big ones, just big
Pushin' the of this game till I gets my piece
I put my true queen Darlene in a Corniece

So stay broke if you wanna, hang out on corner
back from the curb when we roll up on ya
Twenty black cars all tinted, we it
forever, posse of the clever

Rubber bands the fat green knots
We're strictly hustlers, not
But we lick shots for the goal
Peace, I'm out like

Nigga, the bank's gettin'
Yeah, I'm the loot loop
player for life