Luyện nghe bài hát Make the Loot Loop

Yeah, this is goin' out to all those
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 the loot loop

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

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

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

'Cause I born to be broke, I let the 45th smoke
I let my baby boy go under, no wonder
I'm addicted to the cash flow, stacks of
Flashback, I'm nudgin' down 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 loot

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

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

We be the in the back of the club with the Moet
Bitches, shrimps, mackin' pimps
Wearin' fly shit you seen before
I turn a angel to a whore, now, need I say

My got bounce, fuck a forty 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 the loot loop

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

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

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

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

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

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