Luyện nghe bài hát Loud & Clear

Yeah, to life, had to pay a heavy-ass price
worth waitin' on the platinum and ice
I'm precise with the merchandise, back like Christ
To change the game, while y'all niggaz remain the

the lane, comin' through like Kobe, you can't hold me
You can't stop me, ever since I 'Paparazzi'
I done watched the game unfold into hideous shit
Like idiot that can spit be droppin' a hit

I transmit for the convicts, committed, never
Shadowbox, detox, my own critic
like tryin' to squeeze water from rocks
I negotiate the stops and clean your clock with a glock

Sick of niggaz screamin' they hot but they not
Beatin' you all to the like six L.A. cops
Put fist up in the air if you ever been shot
And lived to tell about it, leavin' home without it, c'mon

no one out there for us to fear
I'll say it and clear
(Yeah, we ain't scared of y'all motherfuckers)
Who can say close to us
Speak now and you'll be brought to

They probably saw me on the 91 East, off on Central
With the rag back, like life's so simple
Tela take a loss, floss, all bets
If can't cover the house, call X

crew brothers, Blues Brothers
Move somethin', make do somethin', f'real
The bitch often politic with the skill
Now shit's all twisted,

fixed it, best not speak about the Likwit we gifted
Twenty-four hours and lifted
Bitch keep vagina, we drunk and ain't 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 what? Act and pour it in a cup
The West and Eastside smokin' them blunts, niggaz

get with it, I was born to trip
Stay on the lookout, ain't no time to
We ain't for games and
Change your spot 'cause we're to dip

No time for chasin'
I'm on a mission my cash is low
There's no need to speak on
Doggy rags are the gangsta's

There's two sides of my family, sides from the ghetto
Finnish chocolate, moms Mississippi yellow
Caramel, Cherokee man, with a pedigree of excellence
Together we rise, no for separateness

My grandfather Snake was a Jake, or a
Of a smack to a bird who don't how to act
Straight hustler, Mississippi smuggler
Good ol' wrangler in his day that attitude to fuck ya

Built to run forever, X the
First of defense to smash through the immigrants
Can't straddle the fence, it's all or
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 stop the X, try your
I'm still fuckin' with pockets like the IRS, so yo

There's no one out for us to fear
say it loud and clear
(Yeah, we scared of none a you motherfuckers)
Who can say close to us?
now and you'll be brought to tears
(Front all the time, motherfuckers)

all around, to see
How we display our skills
(You guys spinnin' after spinnin' rhyme spinnin')
I seen and heard enough
Let's prove the West Coast is for

Speak now and you'll be brought to