Luyện nghe bài hát Loud Clear

Yeah..
Addicted to life, had to pay a heavy-ass
Sacrifice worth on the platinum and ice
I'm with the merchandise, came back like christ
To the game, while y'all niggaz remain the same
Clear the lane, comin through like kobe, you can't me
You stop me, ever since I dropped "paparazzi"
I done watched the game unfold into some hideous
Like idiot that can spit be droppin a hit
I transmit for the convicts, committed, never
Shadowbox, detox, my own critic
like tryin to squeeze water from rocks
I negotiate the neighborhood stops and clean your clock a glock
Sick of niggaz they hot, but really they not
Beatin you all to the ground six l.a. cops
Put fist up in the air if you ever been shot
And lived to tell about it, never leavin home without it,

[chorus: butch
no one out there, for us, to fear
I'll say it and clear..
Who can say close, to us
Speak now and be brought, to tears

[king
They saw me on the 91 east, gettin off on central
With the rag back, lookin like so simple
take a loss, still floss, all bets
If trife can't cover the house, x
Likwit crew brothers, brothers
Move somethin, killers do somethin, f'real
The bitch-made politic with the skill
Now all twisted, unlisted
Guns fixed it, best not speak the likwit
We gifted, twenty-four hours and still
(*x*: bitch keep your vagina) we drunk and ain't
Bitches come a and a dove, we ain't trippin it
at the bar, soft-styled in the cut
"ooh, boo wait, I you had too much!"
Bitch act right and pour it in a cup
The west and eastside keep smokin them blunts,

[interlude: butch
Let's get with it, I was to trip
Stay on the lookout, ain't no time to
We ain't for and shit
Change spot, cause we're known to dip
No for chasin hoes
I'm on a cause my cash is low
There's no need to speak on
rags are the gangsta's clothes

There's two of my family, both sides from the ghetto
finnish choco-late, moms mississippi yellow
Caramel, cherokee man, with a pedigree of excellence
Together we rise, no for seperateness
My grandfather snake was a jake, or a
Of a to a bird who don't know how to act
Straight hustler, mississippi moonshine
Good ol' wrangler in his day with attitude of "fuck ya"

Built to run forever, x the
First of defense to smash through the immigrants
Can't the fence, it's all or nothin
Close the curtain, shut down your whole
Don't be scared, be prepared, niggaz do be
Without thinkin; I the art of hard drinkin
Yo, you wanna stop the x, try your
I'm still fuckin with your pockets the irs, so yo

[butch
all around, to see
How we our vicious skills
I seen and heard, enough
Let's the west coast is for real

.. now and you'll be brought to tears ..