Luyện nghe bài hát Loyalty

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

[Swifty
You don't me, and I doubt if you understand me
Why would I a fuck about you if we ain't family?
I roll with a chosen few, and those of you that's me
Witness the most potest' furocious *****s that
These bitches turn they on you, actin' like they ain't did shit
When you rappin' never mix bussiness up with friendship
If you lackin' up in 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 explode you bitches C-4
These hoe's, no insurance, bodies get repo'
Making you vanish even when we ain't got our close
Keepin' .44's where you're hoes are deep throat
If you owe me dough then you know you falling asleep,
*****'s that's what I do, i'm foolish will shoot you
'cause' i'm coo-coo, But I think *****s can take in heat tho'

x2]

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

I don't 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 fucking with me, Ain't nobody with the D'
They get like a M-P
You heard about Bizarre taking all them
You about Proof wil'ing in the clubs
You heard about that nine that Eminem
You us, you get you're fucking face cracked
I'm from 7 Mile and stout, I'll shoot up you're
day, i'll pee in you're mouth. .

[Obie
Aiyyo, first, all the bullshit second
I showed you on the record, Cheers to who it
Most of *****s neglect it
Even though it's a known
>From the hectic that you slept in
You wanna' be an
That's when the weapon is you're half stepping
With 'caine in you're left hand
from a section that'll stain up you're flesh and
Have you on breast
you're affection for streets
D-Twizzie no
One of the best groups done it
And Obie is their
Lil' homey know sowly that loyalty is reckin'
D-Twizzie fo' life, Obie is second. .

x2]

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

x2]

[Kuniva + Kon
Yo its how *****s get caught along (and get bombed on)
Knocking in back of you're throat (and break you're jaw bone)
(I'm on shit) these *****s is bitch
Pass me a quick (shit is finna' get thick)
Yo' man i'll get (by a brutal and critical hit)
With dent (or bullets with identical prints)
I'm you if (you come you're Lutenints a snitch)
You teminant fick (and we you ain't finna' do shit)
I'll stick with my (The Kon Artis Bomb Artist)
Kuniva The Rida' (Shooting you're fucking Long John garmets)
Dirty (We deep in the street)
Unbelivable heat, we'll lay you out infront of the chief of police

x2]

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