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 remain the same

Clear the lane, comin' like Kobe, you can't hold me
You can't stop me, ever I dropped 'Paparazzi'
I done watched the game unfold into some 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 water from rocks
I negotiate the stops and clean your clock with a glock

Sick of niggaz screamin' they hot but they not
you all to the ground like six L.A. cops
Put your fist up in the air if you been shot
And lived to tell about it, never leavin' without it, c'mon

no one out there 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 saw me on the 91 East, gettin' off on Central
the rag back, lookin' like life's so simple
Tela a loss, still floss, all bets
If Trife can't cover the house, X

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

fixed it, best not speak about the Likwit we gifted
Twenty-four hours and still
Bitch keep your vagina, we drunk and ain't
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 Act right and pour it in a cup
The West and keep smokin' them blunts, niggaz

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

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

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

My Snake was a Jake, or a Jack
Of a smack to a who don't know how to act
hustler, Mississippi 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
straddle the fence, it's all or nothin'
Close the curtain, down your whole 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

There's no one out for us to fear
I'll say it and clear
(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' after spinnin' after spinnin')
I done seen and enough
Let's prove the Coast is for real

now and you'll be brought to tears