Luyện nghe bài hát Make the Loot Loop

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

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

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

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

'Cause I born to be broke, I let the 45th smoke
I let my baby boy go under, no wonder
I'm addicted to the cash flow, of green
Flashback, I'm nudgin' weights down a beam
I'ma make the loop

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

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

We be the in the back of the club with the Moet
Bitches, shrimps, like 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 beats but on the streets
I make the loop

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 as I spend it, I'm tryin' to get back in it
I make my loop
Nigga, I'm tryin' to make my bank roll

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

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

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

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

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