Luyện nghe bài hát Loud Clear

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

butch cassidy]
There's no one out there, for us, to
say it loud and clear..
Who can say close, to us
now and you'll be brought, to tears

[king
probably saw me on the 91 east, gettin off on central
With the rag back, lookin life's so simple
Tela take a loss, floss, all bets
If can't cover the house, call x
Likwit crew brothers, brothers
somethin, make killers do somethin, f'real
The bitch-made often politic with the
Now all twisted, unlisted
Guns it, best not speak about the likwit
We gifted, twenty-four hours and still
(*x*: bitch keep vagina) we drunk and ain't interested
Bitches come a dime and a dove, we ain't it
Standin at the bar, in the cut
"ooh, boo wait, I you had too much!"
what? act right and pour it in a cup
The west and keep smokin them blunts, niggaz

[interlude: cassidy]
Let's get with it, I was born to
Stay on the lookout, ain't no time to
We ain't for games and
Change your spot, we're known to dip
No time for chasin
I'm on a mission my cash is low
There's no need to on those
Doggy rags are the gangsta's

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

Built to run forever, x the
line 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
thinkin; I mastered the art of hard drinkin
Yo, you wanna the x, try your best
I'm still fuckin with pockets like the irs, so yo

[butch
all around, to see
How we display our vicious
I seen and heard, enough
prove the west coast is for real

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