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 like christ
To change the game, while y'all niggaz remain the
Clear the lane, comin like kobe, you can't hold me
You can't me, ever since I dropped "paparazzi"
I done watched the game unfold some hideous shit
Like idiot that can spit be droppin a hit
I transmit for the convicts, committed, bullshitted
Shadowbox, detox, my own worse
It's like tryin to squeeze water rocks
I the neighborhood stops and clean your clock with a glock
Sick of niggaz screamin they hot, but they not
Beatin you all to the ground six l.a. cops
Put your fist up in the air if you been shot
And lived to tell about it, never leavin home without it,

[chorus: butch
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 probably saw me on the 91 east, off on central
With the rag back, like life's so simple
Tela take a loss, still floss, all
If trife cover the house, call x
Likwit brothers, blues brothers
somethin, make killers do somethin, f'real
The bitch-made politic with 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 and ain't interested
Bitches come a and a dove, we ain't trippin it
Standin at the bar, in the cut
"ooh, boo wait, I you had too much!"
Bitch what? act right and it in a cup
The west and eastside smokin them blunts, niggaz

[interlude: butch
get with it, I was born to trip
Stay on the lookout, ain't no to slip
We ain't for and shit
Change your spot, we're known to dip
No time for chasin
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 of my family, both sides from the ghetto
finnish choco-late, moms mississippi yellow
Caramel, cherokee black man, with a of excellence
Together we rise, no for seperateness
My grandfather snake was a jake, or a
Of a smack to a who don't know how to act
Straight hustler, moonshine smuggler
ol' wrangler in his day with that attitude of "fuck ya"

Built to run forever, x the
First line of defense to through the immigrants
Can't straddle the fence, all or nothin
Close the curtain, shut down your whole
Don't be scared, be prepared, do be bustin
Without thinkin; I mastered the art of hard
Yo, you stop 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 and heard, enough
Let's prove the coast is for real

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