Luyện nghe bài hát Make the Loot Loop

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

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

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

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

'Cause I wasn't to be broke, I let the 45th smoke
I let my baby boy go under, no wonder
I'm addicted to the flow, stacks of green
Flashback, I'm nudgin' weights down a triple
I'ma make the loot

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

As fast as I spend it, I'm tryin' to get in it
I make my loot
Nigga, I'm tryin' to make my roll bigger

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

We be the niggas in the back of the with the Moet
Bitches, shrimps, like pimps
Wearin' fly shit you never seen
I turn a angel to a whore, now, need I say

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

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

Say you will, I'm the fool on the hill
With the pool, jacuzzi, Uzi
Niggas in LA know, the Ice don't
I'm just a savage for the and a pimp parlay

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

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

bands strap 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 loot
player for life