Luyện nghe bài hát Make the Loot Loop

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

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

On the mellow, with my fellow
Hustlers, players, bitch layers
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 shit's on
Moved out the ghetto, 'cause I it
But I roll your fuckin' hood and regulate it

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

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

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

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

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

My perm got bounce, a forty ounce
I'm sippin' Cristal, pal and represent I shall to the end of the
And just not over beats but on the four-wheel streets
I 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 the loot 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 you will, I'm the fool on the hill
With the pool, jacuzzi, Uzi
Niggas in LA know, the Ice play
I'm just a savage for the cabbage and a pimp

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

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

Rubber strap the fat green knots
We're hustlers, not gangsters
But we still lick shots for the
Peace, I'm out Nicole

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