Luyện nghe bài hát Make the Loot Loop

Yeah, this is goin' out to all those
That like to use the word
I am the O.G. I'm representin' that hustlin' game
To the end, nigga, I'm tryin' to make the loot

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

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

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

'Cause I born to be broke, I let the 45th smoke
Before I let my baby boy go under, no
I'm addicted to the flow, stacks of green
Flashback, I'm weights down a triple beam
I'ma make the loop

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

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

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

We be the niggas in the back of the club with the
Bitches, shrimps, mackin' pimps
fly shit you never seen before
I turn a to a whore, now, need I say more?

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

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

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

Say you will, I'm the fool on the hill
the pool, jacuzzi, laser-beam Uzi
Niggas in LA know, the Ice play
I'm a savage for the cabbage and a pimp parlay

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

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

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

Nigga, the bank's bigger
Yeah, I'm the loot loop
Straight for life