Luyện nghe bài hát Loyal (West Coast Version)

Young Mula,

I up all last night
I know this ain't 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 nerve
Why give a bitch heart? when she rather have a purse
Why give a your inch? when she rather have nine
You know how the game go she be mine, 'bout time, I'm the shit, ooh
Nigga, that nerve
You all about her, and she all hers
Birdman in this bitch no flamingos
And I've done everything but trust these hoes, C.B. fuck me!

I rich nigga want you
And nigga can do nothing for ya
Oh these hoes ain't
Whoa these hoes ain't
Yeah, yeah, let me see
got rich
Took a broke nigga
I can a broke bitch rich
But I don't fuck broke bitches
Got a white girl with some titties
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 see a nigga trapped
She wanna fuck all the

When I rich nigga you (Want you babe)
And nigga can't do nothing for ya (Nothin' oh)
Oh hoes ain't loyal (No they ain't)
Whoa these hoes loyal
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 girl, that you came in this bitch with your man
a no no girl
All is in the air
I wanna see you

got rich
Took a broke nigga
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)
these hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, let me see

With Ciroc in the
Ain't no will I fuck, 'em or will I diss 'em
That's what be yelling, I'm a pimp by blood
No relation, I don't chase 'em, I 'em
LVs, Hermes,
Them hoes ain't loyal, rotatin'
me to the game, now I'm on my duty
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
Tell bitch put a ring back on, Montana

on, come on, girl why you frontin'?
Baby me something
When I call her, she gon'
And I bet that dollar she gon' cheat
Come on, come on, girl why you
show me something
You spent bread on her
And all for nothing

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

When I rich nigga you (Want you babe)
And your can't 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