Luyện nghe bài hát Loud Clear

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

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

[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 can't cover the house, call x
Likwit brothers, blues brothers
Move somethin, make do somethin, f'real
The bitch-made often politic with the
Now shit's all twisted,
Guns it, best not speak about the likwit
We gifted, twenty-four hours and lifted
(*x*: keep your vagina) we drunk and ain't interested
Bitches come a dime and a dove, we trippin it
at the bar, soft-styled in the cut
"ooh, boo wait, I you had too much!"
Bitch what? act and pour it in a cup
The west and eastside keep smokin them blunts,

[interlude: cassidy]
Let's get with it, I was born to
Stay on the lookout, ain't no to slip
We for games and shit
Change your spot, cause known to dip
No for chasin hoes
I'm on a cause my cash is low
There's no to speak on those
rags are the gangsta's clothes

There's two sides of my family, sides from the ghetto
Pops choco-late, moms mississippi yellow
Caramel, cherokee black man, a pedigree of excellence
Together we rise, no time for
My grandfather snake was a jake, or a
Of a to a bird who don't know how to act
Straight hustler, mississippi smuggler
ol' wrangler in his day with 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 whole production
Don't be scared, be prepared, niggaz do be
Without thinkin; I the art of hard drinkin
Yo, you wanna the x, try your best
I'm fuckin with your pockets like the irs, so yo

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

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