Luyện nghe bài hát Who Makes The Loot? (Bonus Track)

Who makes the loot? Grand
Who the loot?
Who makes the Grand Puba
Well, who the loot? Bust it

Goodness grief, let me lighten up the
Honies spell Puba when they wanna spell relief
Who is the man, more than a hundred
a pound to a friend, put a tool to a clown
Damn, bang, bang, bang, Jimmy Puff
Who is the one who gives you
Don't answer, comes the flavor
And you wanna ask what Grand gave ya?

Some dope shit, some live shit
Puba is the one givin' fits
A new style, new style, are you ready for type?
Now, I rock hip, rockin' hype
On the very down low you see me at a show
If the show ain't for then you won't see the bro
The Grand man, as usual
But let me slow down I know I'm confusin' y'all

Grand Puba, Puba
Puba, Grand Puba
Grand Puba, Puba
Puba

Bust it we move on like this, I once caught a bid
I never hit skid, never date a if the girl
Got a kid, nah, got a brand new bag
And I hit skins once they sag
Guy says groovy, you like to see a
it in easy, it comes back greasy
First to tell you down
But be the second to take you

I won't fall or fumble, trip stagger or
Not a soft but I still come humble
The next candidate, who all the weight
It ain't him or him, you better get the straight
Ron Stud is my D. J. makes the girl feel like it's
Comin' like a bull, so you yell, "Ole"
Here is the one, I shine the sun
You get too close, you might get

Yeah,
Ain't nuttin' but funky, just funky
Aiyyo, this out
The right of hype
This how we gon' move it for the 90's and the year
Check it out, do the knowledge, this no loop
This is some real live funky, funky get on the get down
And I'm flowin' to this type of

The bass real, the drummer's real
The bass player's real, and the drummer's
Word is
We got the guitars, everythin' is

Year 2000, it ain't a simple loop, so don't get souped
As we hit it with the new heavies