Luyện nghe bài hát Make the Loot Loop

Yeah, this is goin' out to all muthafuckas
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 loop

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

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

I made a million, got my out pawned
Bailed out the homies, now the back on
out the ghetto, 'cause I hate it
But I roll through fuckin' hood 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 flow, stacks of green
Flashback, I'm nudgin' weights down a beam
make the loot loop

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

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

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

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 beats but on the four-wheel
I 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, 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 roll bigger

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

I rock a with the jewels on the paw
'Cause my niggas the big ones, just big guns
Pushin' the limits of this till I gets my piece
I put my true queen Darlene in a white

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

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

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