Luyện nghe bài hát Make the Loot Loop

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

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

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

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

'Cause I wasn't born to be broke, I let the 45th
Before I let my boy go under, no wonder
I'm addicted to the cash flow, of green
Flashback, I'm nudgin' weights a triple beam
make the loot 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 spend it, I'm tryin' to get in it
I make my loop
Nigga, I'm tryin' to make my roll bigger

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

We be the in the back of the club with the Moet
Bitches, shrimps, mackin' pimps
Wearin' fly shit you never before
I a angel to a whore, now, need I say more?

My perm got bounce, fuck a forty
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 the loot loop

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

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

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 savage for the and a pimp parlay

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

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

Rubber bands strap the fat knots
strictly hustlers, not gangsters
But we still lick for the goal
Peace, I'm out Nicole

Nigga, the gettin' bigger
Yeah, I'm makin' the loop
Straight for life