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

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

Goodness grief, let me up the brief
Honies spell Grand when they 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, Coco Puff
Who is the one who gives you
Don't answer, here comes the
And you wanna ask what Puba gave ya?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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