Luyện nghe bài hát Loyal (East Coast version)

Young Mula,

I up all last night
I know this hoes right
But you was up her phone last night
But she ain't have a ringer nor her on last night ooh
Nigga, that's that
Why give a bitch your heart? when she rather have a
Why give a bitch your inch? she rather have nine
You how the game go she be mine, 'bout half time, I'm the shit, ooh
Nigga, that nerve
You all about her, and she all hers
Birdman Junior in this no flamingos
And I've done everything but trust these hoes, C.B. wit' me!

When I rich nigga you
And nigga can do nothing for ya
Oh these hoes ain't
Whoa these hoes loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see
got rich
Took a nigga bitch
I can a broke bitch rich
But I don't with broke bitches
Got a white girl with some fake
I took her to the Bay me
closed, smoking marijuana
Rolling up the bar, molly I'm a
She do drugs, smoke weed, get drunk
She wanna see a nigga
She wanna fuck all the

I rich nigga want you (Want you babe)
And your nigga can't do for ya (Nothin' oh)
Oh these hoes loyal (No they ain't)
Whoa these hoes ain't
Yeah, yeah, let me see

Black with a big booty
If she a bad bitch, get to it (Right away)
We up in this club, me the bottles
I know girl, you came in this bitch with your man
That's a no no
All is in the air
I see you dance

got rich
Took a broke nigga
I can make a broke rich
But I fuck with broke bitches

When I rich nigga you (Want you babe)
And your nigga can't do for ya (No nothin' no)
Oh hoes ain't loyal (Oh no)
these hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, let me see

With Ciroc in the
no tellin' will I fuck, 'em or will I diss 'em
That's they be yelling, I'm a pimp by blood
No relation, I chase 'em, I replace 'em
LVs, Hermes,
hoes ain't loyal, they rotatin'
School me to the game, now I'm on my
Put it her in the Lotus she was in that hooptie
that bitch
I got my own hoe
fuck weed
Got my own
Had to put my back on
that bitch put a ring back on, Montana

Come on, come on, girl why you
Baby me something
When I her, she gon' leave
And I bet that bottom dollar she gon'
Come on, on, girl why you frontin'?
Baby me something
You spent bread on her
And it's all for

When I rich nigga you (Want you babe)
And nigga can't do nothing for ya (Can't do nothin' for you)
Oh these hoes ain't (Oh no)
Whoa these hoes ain't
Yeah, yeah, let me see

I rich nigga want you (Want you babe)
And your nigga do nothing for ya (Oh)
Oh these hoes loyal (No they ain't)
these hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see
Yeah, let me see
Yeah, let me see
Let me see
Oh these ain't loyal