Luyện nghe bài hát Loud Clear

Yeah..
Addicted to life, had to pay a price
worth waitin on the platinum and ice
I'm precise with the merchandise, came back christ
To the game, while y'all niggaz remain the same
Clear the lane, comin like kobe, you can't hold me
You can't stop me, ever I dropped "paparazzi"
I done watched the game into some hideous shit
Like every idiot that can be droppin a hit
I transmit for the convicts, committed, never
Shadowbox, detox, my own critic
like tryin to squeeze water from rocks
I the neighborhood stops and clean your clock with a glock
Sick of niggaz screamin they hot, but they 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 tell about it, leavin home without it, c'mon

[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

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They probably saw me on the 91 east, gettin off on
With the rag back, lookin life's so simple
Tela take a loss, still floss, all
If trife can't the house, call x
Likwit brothers, blues brothers
Move somethin, make killers do somethin,
The bitch-made often with the skill
Now all twisted, unlisted
Guns it, best not speak about the likwit
We gifted, twenty-four hours and lifted
(*x*: bitch your vagina) we drunk and ain't interested
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 what? act and pour it in a cup
The west and eastside keep them blunts, niggaz

[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
your 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
Doggy are the gangsta's clothes

There's two sides of my family, sides from the ghetto
Pops finnish choco-late, moms mississippi
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, mississippi smuggler
Good ol' wrangler in his day that attitude of "fuck ya"

Built to run forever, x the
First line of to smash through the immigrants
Can't straddle the fence, all or nothin
the curtain, shut down your whole production
Don't be scared, be prepared, do be bustin
thinkin; I mastered the art of hard drinkin
Yo, you wanna stop the x, try your
I'm still fuckin with pockets like the irs, so yo

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

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