Luyện nghe bài hát Loud & Clear

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

Clear the lane, comin' through like Kobe, you can't me
You can't stop me, ever since I dropped
I watched the game unfold into some hideous shit
every idiot that can spit be droppin' a hit

I for the convicts, committed, never bullshitted
Shadowbox, detox, my own critic
like tryin' to squeeze water from rocks
I negotiate the neighborhood and clean your clock 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 leavin' home without it,

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 close to us
Speak now and you'll be to tears

probably saw me on the 91 East, gettin' off on Central
With the rag back, lookin' life's so simple
take a loss, still floss, all bets
If Trife cover the house, call X

Likwit crew brothers, Brothers
Move somethin', killers do somethin', f'real
The bitch made often politic the skill
Now all twisted, unlisted

Guns fixed it, best not speak the Likwit we gifted
Twenty-four hours and lifted
Bitch your vagina, we drunk and ain't interested
Bitches 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 it, I was born to trip
Stay on the lookout, ain't no to slip
We ain't for games and
your spot 'cause we're known to dip

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

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

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

Built to run forever, X the
line of defense to smash through the immigrants
Can't the fence, it's all or nothin'
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 best
I'm still fuckin' 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 they're 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 guys spinnin' after spinnin' rhyme spinnin')
I done and heard enough
Let's prove the West Coast is for

Speak now and you'll be to tears