Luyện nghe bài hát Loud Clear

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

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

[king
probably saw me on the 91 east, gettin off on central
With the rag back, lookin like so simple
Tela take a loss, still floss, all
If trife can't the house, call x
crew brothers, blues brothers
Move somethin, make do somethin, f'real
The often politic with the skill
Now shit's all twisted,
Guns fixed it, best not about the likwit
We gifted, hours and still lifted
(*x*: bitch keep your vagina) we drunk and ain't
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

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

There's two sides of my family, both sides the ghetto
Pops finnish choco-late, moms yellow
Caramel, cherokee black man, a pedigree of excellence
we rise, no time for seperateness
My snake was a jake, or a jack
Of a smack to a who don't know 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 smash through the
straddle the fence, it's all or nothin
Close the curtain, shut down your production
be scared, be prepared, niggaz do be bustin
Without thinkin; I mastered the art of drinkin
Yo, you wanna the x, try your best
I'm still with your pockets like the irs, so yo

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

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