Luyện nghe bài hát Make the Loot Loop

Yeah, this is goin' out to all 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 make the loop

I ain't no muthafuckin' gangsta, wish quit callin' me that
I still 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 glocks at

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

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

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

As fast as I spend it, I'm 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 to make my bank roll bigger

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

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

My perm got bounce, a forty ounce
I'm Cristal, pal and represent I shall to the end of the game
And just not over these but on the four-wheel streets
I make the 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 it, I'm tryin' to get back in it
I make my loot
Nigga, I'm tryin' to my bank roll bigger

Say you will, I'm the fool on the hill
the pool, jacuzzi, laser-beam Uzi
Niggas in LA know, the Ice play
I'm a savage for the cabbage and a pimp parlay

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

So stay broke if you wanna, hang out on your
Step back from the curb we roll 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 lick shots for the
Peace, I'm out like

Nigga, the bank's bigger
Yeah, I'm the loot loop
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