Luyện nghe bài hát Make the Loot Loop

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

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

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

I made a million, got my out pawned
Bailed out the homies, now the back on
Moved out the ghetto, I hate it
But I roll through your hood and regulate it

'Cause I wasn't born to be broke, I let the smoke
Before I let my baby boy go under, no
I'm addicted to the cash flow, stacks of
Flashback, I'm nudgin' down a triple beam
I'ma make the loot

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

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

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

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

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

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

Say what you will, I'm the fool on the
With the pool, jacuzzi, Uzi
Niggas in LA know, the Ice play
I'm just a for the cabbage and a pimp parlay

I a million with the jewels on the paw
'Cause my ain't the big ones, just big guns
Pushin' the limits of this game till I gets my
I put my true Darlene in a white Corniece

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

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

Nigga, the gettin' bigger
Yeah, I'm makin' the loop
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