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 the loot loop

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

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

I a million, got my shit out pawned
Bailed out the homies, now the back on
out the ghetto, 'cause I hate it
But I roll your 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 addicted to the flow, stacks of green
Flashback, I'm nudgin' down a triple beam
I'ma make the loot

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

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, quick to
Ostrich, and Austin Martin coupes
Fill my dreams cream, I got wet sheets
I'm nuts over currency, kid, fuck freaks

We be the niggas in the 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, a forty ounce
I'm sippin' Cristal, pal and I shall to the end of the game
And just not these beats but on the four-wheel 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, that's all I
I make the loop

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

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

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

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

Nigga, the gettin' bigger
Yeah, I'm makin' the loot
player for life