Luyện nghe bài hát Loud Clear

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

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

[king
They saw me on the 91 east, gettin off on central
With the rag back, lookin like life's so
take a loss, still floss, all bets
If trife can't cover the house, x
crew brothers, blues brothers
Move somethin, make do somethin, f'real
The bitch-made often politic the skill
Now shit's all twisted,
Guns it, best not speak about the likwit
We gifted, twenty-four hours and still
(*x*: bitch keep your vagina) we drunk and 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 act right and pour it in a cup
The west and eastside keep smokin them blunts,

[interlude: cassidy]
Let's get it, I was born to trip
Stay on the lookout, ain't no time to
We ain't for games and
your spot, cause we're known to dip
No time for chasin
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 sides from the
Pops finnish choco-late, moms yellow
Caramel, black man, with a pedigree of excellence
Together we rise, no for seperateness
My grandfather was a jake, or a jack
Of a smack to a bird who know how to act
Straight hustler, moonshine smuggler
Good ol' in his day with that attitude of "fuck ya"

Built to run forever, x the
First line of defense to smash the immigrants
straddle the fence, it's all or nothin
Close the curtain, shut your whole production
be scared, be prepared, niggaz do be bustin
Without thinkin; I mastered the art of hard
Yo, you stop the x, try your best
I'm still fuckin with your pockets the irs, so yo

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

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