Luyện nghe bài hát Loyalty

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

[Swifty
You don't me, McVay and I doubt if you me
Why I give a fuck about you if we ain't family?
I with a chosen few, and those of you that's behind me
Witness the most furocious *****s that rhyme
These turn they back on you, actin' like they ain't did shit
When you rappin' never mix bussiness up your friendship
If you lackin' up in this jungle, what you breathe fo'?
*****s's don't you, you got habits of breaking street codes
Far as static, I automaticly get
When i'm after people, then i'll explode you bitches C-4
These hoe's, have no insurance, bodies get
Making you vanish when we ain't got our heat close
Keepin' .44's where hoes are swallowing deep throat
If you owe me then you know you falling asleep, close
*****'s pupils that's what I do, i'm will shoot you
'cause' i'm coo-coo, But I don't think *****s can take in heat

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 do what we do
And be to crew and crew was loyal to you

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

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

x2]

Which one of you *****s be ?boltion? bump heads
When I got a passion for clappin'. . .with one
on my roster this mobster's in dump land
Send a to sleep two by two like bunk beds
Never leave the crib without my black burner
On some T. Ali rapper to merk a murda
Incorporated, Hitman Herry is at you're
Reach for me one more gain' and thats
For life as D12, no ice and
Every night 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 another man from our clan
Without forcing our
you're family, i'll torture you're 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)
Knocking teeth in back of throat (and break you're jaw bone)
(I'm on ignorant shit) these *****s is
Pass me a quick (shit is finna' get thick)
Yo' man i'll get split (by a brutal and hit)
With dent (or bullets with identical prints)
I'm wishing you if (you come Lutenints a snitch)
You teminant fick (and we know you finna' do shit)
I'll with my clique (The Kon Artis Bomb Artist)
Kuniva The Rida' (Shooting through you're fucking Long garmets)
Dozen (We deep in the street)
Unbelivable heat, we'll even lay you out infront of the chief of

x2]

[Kon
Yeah!
D12, Dirty
but family up in this muthafucka'
Loyal to that we do
You ain't neva' gonna' catch none of us slippin by
we always together
You know what i'm . .
*****s don't know what family means
Bugz watching our ass
why we still alive know
Knocking yall outta the clubs and shit
Haha! Av. Baby!
Records!
Where yo' at *****?