Luyện nghe bài hát Make the Loot Loop

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

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

On the mellow, coolin' my fellow
Hustlers, players, super bitch
Mackaronies on the true D L hell,
Fuckin' with my niggas, you 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 through your fuckin' 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 to the cash flow, stacks of green
Flashback, I'm nudgin' weights down a beam
I'ma the loot loop

As fast as I spend it, I'm tryin' to get in it
I make the 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 tryin' to make my roll bigger

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

We be the in the back of the club with the Moet
Bitches, shrimps, mackin' 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 sippin' Cristal, pal and represent I shall to the end of the
And just not over beats but on the four-wheel streets
I the loot loop

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

As as I spend it, I'm tryin' to get back in it
I make my loot
Nigga, I'm to make 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 just a savage for the cabbage and a parlay

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

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

bands strap the fat green knots
We're strictly hustlers, not
But we still lick shots for the
Peace, I'm out Nicole

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