Luyện nghe bài hát Loyal (West Coast Version)

Young Mula,

I woke up all night
I know this hoes right
But you was blowin' up her phone night
But she have a ringer nor her ring on last night ooh
Nigga, that nerve
Why give a bitch heart? when she rather have a purse
Why give a bitch your inch? when she rather have
You know how the go she be mine, 'bout half time, I'm the shit, ooh
Nigga, that nerve
You all about her, and she all about
Junior in this bitch no flamingos
And I've done but trust these hoes, C.B. fuck wit' me!

When I rich want you
And your can do nothing for ya
Oh these ain't loyal
Whoa these hoes ain't
Yeah, yeah, let me see
got rich
Took a broke bitch
I can make a bitch rich
But I fuck with broke bitches
Got a white girl with fake titties
I her to the Bay with me
Eyes closed, marijuana
up the bar, molly I'm a rockstar
She wanna do drugs, weed, get drunk
She see a nigga trapped
She wanna all the rappers

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

Black girl with a big
If she a bad bitch, get to it (Right away)
We up in club, bring me the bottles
I know girl, that you came in this bitch with man
a no no girl
All is in the air
I wanna see you

got rich
Took a nigga bitch
I can make a broke bitch
But I don't fuck broke bitches

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

Ciroc in the system?
Ain't no will I fuck, 'em or will I diss 'em
That's what they be yelling, I'm a by blood
No relation, I don't chase 'em, I 'em
LVs, Hermes,
Them ain't loyal, they rotatin'
School me to the game, now I'm on my
Put it her in the Lotus she was riding in that
fuck that
I got my own hoe
fuck weed
Got my own
Had to put my mink on
Tell that bitch put a ring on, Montana

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

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