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

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

Goodness grief, let me lighten up the
Honies spell Grand Puba when they wanna spell
Who is the man, than a hundred grand?
Give a 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 Grand Puba gave ya?

Some dope shit, some live shit
Puba is the one who's 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 for dough 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, Grand
Puba, Grand Puba
Grand Puba, Puba
Grand

Bust it we gon' move on like this, I once 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 once they sag
Guy says groovy, you to see a movie?
it in easy, it comes back greasy
First to you slow down
But be the second to take you

I won't fall or fumble, trip or stumble
Not a soft sucker but I still humble
The candidate, who holds all the weight
It ain't him or him, you better get the story
Ron is my D. J. makes the girl feel like it's foreplay
Comin' like a bull, so you yell, "Ole"
is the one, I shine like the sun
You get too close, you get done

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

The bass real, the drummer's real
The bass 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 the brand new heavies