Luyện nghe bài hát Make the Loot Loop

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

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

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

I made a million, got my shit out
Bailed out the homies, now the back on
Moved out the ghetto, 'cause I it
But I roll through your fuckin' 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 addicted to the cash flow, stacks of
Flashback, I'm weights down a triple beam
I'ma make the loop

As fast as I spend it, I'm tryin' to get in it
I the loot loop
It's cop and blow, nigga, that's all I
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 my bank roll bigger

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

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

My perm got bounce, 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 loop

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

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

Say you will, I'm the fool on the hill
the pool, jacuzzi, laser-beam Uzi
Niggas in LA know, the Ice don't
I'm a savage for the cabbage and a pimp parlay

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

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

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

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