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

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

Goodness grief, let me up the brief
Honies spell Grand Puba when wanna spell relief
Who is the man, more than a grand?
a pound to a friend, put a tool to a clown
Damn, bang, bang, bang, Jimmy Puff
Who is the one who you nuff?
answer, here comes the flavor
And you wanna ask what Grand Puba ya?

dope shit, some real live shit
Puba is the one who's fits
A new style, new style, are you for this type?
Now, I rock hip, everybody's hype
On the very low you might see me at a show
If the show ain't for dough then you see the bro
The man, just as usual
But let me slow down 'cause I know I'm y'all

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

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

I won't or fumble, trip stagger or stumble
Not a sucker but I still come humble
The candidate, who holds all the weight
It ain't him or him, you get the story 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 like the sun
You get too close, you get done

Yeah,
Ain't but funky, it's just funky
Aiyyo, this out
The type of hype
how we gon' move it for the 90's and the year 2000
Check it out, do the knowledge, this ain't no
This is some live funky, funky get down on the get down
And I'm flowin' to type of hype

The player's real, the drummer's real
The player's real, and the drummer's real
is bond
We got the guitars, is live

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