Luyện nghe bài hát Loud Clear

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

butch cassidy]
There's no one out there, for us, to
say it loud 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, off on central
With the rag back, lookin like life's so
take a loss, still floss, all bets
If trife cover the house, call x
Likwit crew brothers, blues
Move somethin, killers do somethin, f'real
The bitch-made often politic with the
Now shit's all twisted,
Guns fixed it, best not speak 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 right and it in a cup
The west and eastside keep them blunts, niggaz

[interlude: butch
Let's get it, I was born to trip
on the lookout, ain't no time to slip
We ain't for and shit
Change your spot, we're known to dip
No time for hoes
I'm on a mission cause my is low
There's no need to speak on
rags are the gangsta's clothes

There's two sides of my family, sides from the ghetto
finnish choco-late, moms mississippi yellow
Caramel, cherokee man, with a pedigree of excellence
we rise, no time for seperateness
My snake was a jake, or a jack
Of a smack to a bird who don't how to act
Straight hustler, mississippi moonshine
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 straddle the fence, it's all or
Close the curtain, shut down whole production
be scared, be prepared, niggaz do be bustin
Without thinkin; I the art of hard drinkin
Yo, you wanna stop the x, try best
I'm still fuckin with your 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 ..