Luyện nghe bài hát Loud Clear

Yeah..
Addicted to life, had to pay a heavy-ass
Sacrifice worth waitin on the and ice
I'm precise with the merchandise, came back like
To change the game, while y'all remain the same
Clear the lane, through like kobe, you can't hold me
You can't me, ever since I dropped "paparazzi"
I done watched the unfold into some 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 and clean your clock with a glock
Sick of niggaz screamin they hot, but really not
you all to the ground like six l.a. cops
Put your fist up in the air if you been shot
And lived to about it, never leavin home without it, c'mon

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

[king
They probably saw me on the 91 east, gettin off on
With the rag back, like life's so simple
Tela take a loss, floss, all bets
If trife cover the house, call x
Likwit brothers, blues brothers
somethin, make killers do somethin, f'real
The bitch-made often politic with the
Now all twisted, unlisted
Guns fixed it, best not speak about the
We gifted, hours and still lifted
(*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!"
Bitch what? act right and it in a cup
The west and eastside keep them blunts, niggaz

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

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

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

[butch
all around, to see
How we display our vicious
I done seen and heard,
Let's prove the west is for real

.. speak now and be brought to tears ..