Luyện nghe bài hát Make the Loot Loop

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

I ain't no muthafuckin' gangsta, wish quit callin' me that
Although I still straps, I roll in Benzes and Lacs
Best believe the in my promo shots ain't props
I hang out tops and pop glocks at cops

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

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

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

As fast as I spend it, I'm tryin' to get in it
I make the loot
It's cop and blow, nigga, 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 make my bank roll

I must admit, I got a lust for loot, to shoot
Ostrich, fruits and Martin coupes
Fill my dreams cream, I got wet sheets
I'm bustin' nuts currency, kid, fuck freaks

We be the niggas in the back of the with the Moet
Bitches, shrimps, mackin' like
fly shit you never seen before
I turn a angel to a whore, now, I say more?

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

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

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

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 cabbage and a parlay

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

So stay broke if you wanna, hang out on corner
Step back from the curb when we up on ya
Twenty black cars all tinted, we it
forever, posse of the clever

Rubber strap the fat green knots
strictly hustlers, not gangsters
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