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 the merchandise, came back like Christ
To change the game, while y'all niggaz the same

Clear the lane, comin' through Kobe, you can't hold me
You can't stop me, ever since I '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
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 really not
Beatin' you all to the ground like six L.A.
Put your fist up in the air if you ever been
And lived to tell about it, never leavin' home it, c'mon

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

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

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

Guns fixed it, best not speak about the Likwit we
Twenty-four and still 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 right and it in a cup
The West and Eastside keep them blunts, niggaz

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 'cause known to dip

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

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

My Snake was a Jake, or a Jack
Of a smack to a bird who know how to act
Straight hustler, moonshine smuggler
Good ol' wrangler in his day that attitude to fuck ya

to run forever, X the infinite
First line of defense to through the immigrants
Can't straddle the fence, all or nothin'
the curtain, shut down your whole production

Don't be scared, be prepared, do be bustin'
Without thinkin', I mastered the art of 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 they're 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' spinnin' after rhyme spinnin')
I seen and heard enough
Let's the West Coast is for real

Speak now and you'll be to tears