Luyện nghe bài hát Make the Loot Loop

Yeah, this is out to all those muthafuckas
That like to use the word
Although I am the O.G. I'm representin' hustlin' game
To the end, nigga, I'm to make the loot loop

I ain't no muthafuckin' gangsta, wish you'd quit me that
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, with my fellow
Hustlers, players, super bitch
Mackaronies on the D L hell, most
Fuckin' with my niggas, you could end up

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

'Cause I born to be broke, I let the 45th smoke
Before I let my baby boy go under, no
I'm addicted to the cash flow, stacks of
Flashback, I'm nudgin' weights down a triple
I'ma make the loop

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

As fast as I it, I'm tryin' to get back in it
I my loot loop
Nigga, I'm tryin' to make my bank bigger

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

We be the niggas in the back of the club the Moet
Bitches, shrimps, like pimps
fly shit you never seen before
I turn a to a whore, now, need I say more?

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

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

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

Say what you will, I'm the fool on the
the pool, jacuzzi, laser-beam Uzi
Niggas in LA know, the Ice don't
I'm just a for the cabbage and a pimp parlay

I rock a with the jewels on the paw
'Cause my niggas the big ones, just big guns
Pushin' the limits of this game till I my piece
I put my true queen Darlene in a Corniece

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

Rubber bands strap the fat green
We're strictly hustlers, not
But we still lick shots for the
Peace, I'm out like

Nigga, the bank's bigger
Yeah, I'm makin' the loot
player for life