Luyện nghe bài hát Make the Loot Loop

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My perm got bounce, fuck a ounce
I'm sippin' Cristal, pal and represent I to the end of the game
And just not these beats but on the four-wheel streets
I make the loot

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

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

Say what you will, I'm the 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 pimp

I rock a with the jewels on the paw
'Cause my ain't the big ones, just big guns
Pushin' the limits of game till I gets my piece
I put my true queen Darlene in a white

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

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

Nigga, the bank's gettin'
Yeah, I'm makin' the loop
player for life