Luyện nghe bài hát Loyalty

Whoa! Yeah! Ahh! (Mutha'Fucka's they know us)
G-g-g-g Guess back? D-Twizze!, O-Twizzie!
Doc-Twizzie!, Shady-Twizzie!, Aftermath!
Fiftycent!, G Unit!, Here we go!, Yayo!
Mutha'fucka!, Benzino!, don't know we finna' blow!
Someone betta' them so. . .

McVay]
You don't me, and I doubt if you understand me
Why would I give a about you if we ain't family?
I roll with a few, and those of you that's behind me
Witness the potest' furocious *****s that rhyme
These bitches turn they on you, actin' like they ain't did shit
When you rappin' mix bussiness up with your friendship
If you up in this jungle, then what you breathe fo'?
*****s's don't love you, you got habits of breaking street
Far as static, I automaticly get
When i'm after people, then i'll you bitches with C-4
These hoe's, have no insurance, get repo'
you vanish even when we ain't got our heat close
Keepin' .44's where you're are swallowing deep throat
If you owe me dough you know you falling asleep, close
*****'s pupils what I do, i'm foolish will shoot you
'cause' i'm coo-coo, But I don't think *****s can take in tho'

x2]

[Kon
See i'm a man, and a man gon' do he gotta do
And he ain't really if he ain't loyal to you
If they was really soldiers then they would do we do
And be to crew and crew was loyal to you

I give a fuck, i'm quick to blaze chronic
Smoke on so much green, use and supa-sonic
Bizarre pack guns and knives, put to dick to and Wifes
Now who the fuck want to
Ain't nobody with me, Ain't nobody fucking with the D'
They get like a M-P
You about Bizarre taking all them drugs
You heard about wil'ing in the clubs
You heard that nine that Eminem packs
You us, you get you're fucking face cracked
I'm from 7 and stout, I'll shoot up you're house
Next day, i'll pee in mouth. .

Trice]
Aiyyo, loyalty's first, all the second
I showed you on the record, to who respect it
Most of *****s neglect it
Even it's a known method
the hectic hood that you slept in
You wanna' be an
when the weapon is leaving you're half stepping
With that 'caine in left hand
Obie a section that'll stain up you're flesh and
you on bare breast
Questionin' you're affection for
D-Twizzie no
One of the groups that done it
And Obie is reflection
Lil' homey that know sowly that is reckin'
D-Twizzie fo' life, Trice is second. .

x2]

Which one of you wanna' be ?boltion? bump heads
When I got a for clappin'. . .with one hand
Talent's on my roster mobster's in dump land
Send a to sleep two by two like bunk beds
Never leave the crib packing my black burner
On some T. Ali rapper to merk a murda
Incorporated, Herry is at you're service
Reach for me one more gain' and closed
For as D12, no ice and spreewells
Every that I chill in, I fight by free-will
Knowing I can be
Leaving my group, pieces of proof a reason to shoot
And a to ill
We lost Bugz and i'll be damed if we loose man from our clan
Without forcing our
Estorting you're family, torture you're granny
For my *****'s, i'm on you're motherfucking with a 'Cammy

x2]

[Kuniva + Kon
Yo its funny how *****s get along (and get bombed on)
Knocking teeth in back of you're throat (and break jaw bone)
(I'm on ignorant shit) *****s is bitch
Pass me a cigarrete (shit is finna' get thick)
Yo' man i'll get split (by a brutal and hit)
With identical dent (or bullets identical prints)
I'm wishing you if (you come Lutenints a snitch)
You teminant fick (and we know you finna' do shit)
I'll stick with my clique (The Kon Bomb Artist)
Kuniva The Rida' (Shooting through you're Long John garmets)
Dirty Dozen (We in the street)
Unbelivable heat, we'll even lay you out infront of the of police

x2]

[Kon
Yeah!
D12, Dozen
Nothing but up in this muthafucka'
to everything that we do
You ain't neva' gonna' catch none of us slippin by
we always together
You what i'm sayin . .
Y'all *****s don't what family means
Bugz watching our ass
Thats why we alive know
Knocking yall *****s outta the and shit
Haha! Av. Baby!
Records!
Where yo' at *****?