Luyện nghe bài hát Loud & Clear

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

Clear the lane, comin' through like Kobe, you can't me
You can't me, ever since I dropped 'Paparazzi'
I done the game unfold into some hideous shit
Like every idiot that can 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 your with a glock

Sick of 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 home without it, c'mon

There's no one out for us to fear
I'll say it loud and
(Yeah, we ain't scared of nothin' motherfuckers)
Who can say they're to us
Speak now and be brought to tears

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

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

Guns fixed it, best not speak about the we gifted
Twenty-four hours and lifted
keep your vagina, we drunk and ain't interested
Bitches a dime and a dove, we ain't trippin' it

at the bar, soft-styled in the cut
"Ooh, boo wait, I you had too much"
what? Act right and pour it in a cup
The West and keep smokin' them blunts, niggaz

get with it, I was born to trip
Stay on the lookout, no time to slip
We for games and shit
Change your spot 'cause known to dip

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

There's two of my family, both sides from the ghetto
Pops chocolate, moms Mississippi yellow
Caramel, Cherokee black man, with a of excellence
Together we rise, no time for

My grandfather was a Jake, or a Jack
Of a to a bird who don't know how to act
Straight hustler, moonshine smuggler
Good ol' wrangler in his day with that to fuck ya

to run forever, X the infinite
First line of defense to smash through the
Can't the fence, it's all or nothin'
Close the curtain, shut down your whole

Don't be scared, be prepared, do be bustin'
thinkin', I mastered the art of hard drinkin'
Yo, you wanna the X, try your best
I'm still with your pockets like the IRS, so yo

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

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

Speak now and be brought to tears