Luyện nghe bài hát Make the Loot Loop

Yeah, this is goin' out to all those
That like to use the word
Although I am the O.G. I'm representin' 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 still pack straps, I roll in Benzes and
Best believe the in my promo shots ain't props
I hang out sunroof tops and pop glocks at

On the mellow, with 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 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 smoke
I let my baby boy go under, no wonder
I'm addicted to the flow, stacks of green
Flashback, I'm nudgin' weights down a triple
make the loot loop

As as I spend it, I'm tryin' to get back in it
I make the loop
It's cop and blow, nigga, that's all I
I the loot 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 must admit, I got a lust for loot, to shoot
Ostrich, and Austin Martin coupes
my dreams with cream, I got wet sheets
I'm bustin' nuts currency, kid, fuck freaks

We be the niggas in the back of the with the Moet
Bitches, shrimps, like pimps
Wearin' fly shit you seen before
I turn a to a whore, now, need I say more?

My got bounce, fuck a forty ounce
I'm sippin' Cristal, pal and represent I shall to the end of the
And just not over these beats but on the streets
I make the loop

As as I spend it, I'm tryin' 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 make my bank 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
Pushin' the limits of this till I gets my piece
I put my true queen Darlene in a 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, posse of the

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 bigger
Yeah, I'm makin' the loot
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