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!, we go!, Free Yayo!
Mutha'fucka!, Benzino!, They know we finna' blow!
Someone betta' tell so. . .

McVay]
You don't me, McVay and I if you understand me
Why I give a fuck about you if we ain't family?
I roll a chosen few, and those of you that's behind me
Witness the potest' furocious *****s that rhyme
These bitches turn they back on you, actin' like they did shit
When you never mix bussiness up with your friendship
If you lackin' up in this jungle, then what you breathe
don't love you, you got habits of breaking street codes
Far as static, I get medieval
When i'm after people, then i'll you bitches with C-4
These hoe's, have no insurance, bodies get
Making you vanish even when we got our heat close
.44's where you're hoes are swallowing deep throat
If you owe me dough then you you falling asleep, close
*****'s that's what I do, i'm foolish will shoot you
'cause' i'm coo-coo, But I don't *****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 family 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 don't give a fuck, i'm to blaze chronic
Smoke on so green, use twelves and supa-sonic
Bizarre guns and knives, put to dick to 'Nuns and Wifes
Now who the want to fight?
Ain't nobody fucking with me, Ain't nobody fucking the D'
They get like a M-P
You heard about Bizarre 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 Mile and stout, I'll shoot up house
Next day, i'll pee in mouth. .

[Obie
Aiyyo, first, all the bullshit second
I you on the record, Cheers to who respect it
of these *****s neglect it
Even it's a known method
>From the hectic hood you slept in
You be an exeption
That's when the weapon is you're half stepping
With that 'caine in you're hand
Obie from a section that'll stain up you're and
Have you on bare
Questionin' you're for streets
no question
One of the groups that done it
And Obie is reflection
homey that know sowly that loyalty is reckin'
D-Twizzie fo' life, Trice is second. .

x2]

Which one of you *****s wanna' be ?boltion? bump
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 leave the crib packing my black burner
On some T. Ali rapper to merk a have
Incorporated, Hitman is at you're service
Reach for me one gain' and thats closed
For life as D12, no ice and
Every that I chill in, I fight by free-will
Knowing I can be
Leaving my group, pieces of with 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, i'll torture granny
For my *****'s, i'm on you're motherfucking porch a 'Cammy

x2]

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

x2]

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