Luyện nghe bài hát Loud & Clear

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

Clear the lane, comin' through like Kobe, you hold me
You stop me, ever since I dropped 'Paparazzi'
I done watched the game unfold into some shit
Like every idiot can spit be droppin' a hit

I transmit for the convicts, committed, bullshitted
Shadowbox, detox, my own critic
It's like to squeeze water from rocks
I negotiate the neighborhood stops and clean your clock a glock

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

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

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

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

fixed it, best not speak about the Likwit we gifted
Twenty-four hours and still
Bitch keep vagina, we drunk and ain't interested
Bitches come a dime and a dove, we ain't it

at the bar, soft-styled 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

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

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

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

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

Built to run forever, X the
line of defense to smash 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 the art of hard drinkin'
Yo, you stop the X, try your best
I'm still fuckin' with your like the IRS, so yo

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

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

Speak now and you'll be to tears