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 niggaz the same

Clear the lane, comin' through like Kobe, you can't me
You stop me, ever since 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 negotiate the neighborhood stops and clean your clock with a

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 ever been
And lived to tell it, never leavin' home without it, c'mon

There's no one out for us to fear
I'll say it loud and
(Yeah, we scared of nothin' y'all motherfuckers)
Who can say close to us
Speak now and be brought to tears

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

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

Guns fixed it, best not about the Likwit we gifted
Twenty-four and still lifted
Bitch keep your vagina, we drunk and interested
come a dime and a dove, we ain't trippin' it

Standin' at the bar, in the cut
"Ooh, boo wait, I you had too much"
Bitch Act right and pour it in a cup
The and Eastside keep smokin' them blunts, niggaz

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

No for chasin' hoes
I'm on a mission 'cause my is low
There's no need to on those
Doggy rags are the gangsta's

There's two sides of my family, sides from the ghetto
Pops Finnish chocolate, moms Mississippi
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 who don't know how to act
Straight hustler, moonshine smuggler
Good ol' wrangler in his day with 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
the curtain, shut down your whole production

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 still fuckin' with your pockets the IRS, so yo

There's no one out for us to fear
I'll say it loud and
(Yeah, we ain't of none a you motherfuckers)
Who can say close to us?
Speak now and you'll be brought to
(Front all the time, motherfuckers)

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

Speak now and be brought to tears