Luyện nghe bài hát Make the Loot Loop

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

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

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

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

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

As fast as I spend it, I'm tryin' to get in it
I make the loop
cop and blow, nigga, that's 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 bank roll

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So stay broke if you wanna, hang out on your
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 green
We're hustlers, not gangsters
But we still lick for the goal
Peace, I'm out Nicole

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