Luyện nghe bài hát Loyalty

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

[Swifty
You don't me, McVay and I doubt if you me
Why would I a fuck about you if we ain't family?
I roll a chosen few, and those of you that's behind me
Witness the most potest' furocious that rhyme
These bitches turn they back on you, 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 love you, you got habits of breaking codes
Far as static, I automaticly get
When i'm after people, then explode you bitches with C-4
These hoe's, have no insurance, bodies get
Making you vanish even we ain't got our heat close
Keepin' .44's where you're hoes are deep throat
If you owe me then you know 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 do what he gotta 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 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 to fight?
Ain't nobody fucking with me, Ain't nobody with the D'
They get like a M-P
You heard Bizarre taking all them drugs
You heard about Proof in the clubs
You heard that nine that Eminem packs
You diss us, you get fucking face cracked
I'm from 7 Mile and stout, I'll up you're house
Next day, i'll pee in mouth. .

Trice]
Aiyyo, loyalty's first, all the bullshit
I you on the record, Cheers to who respect it
Most of these *****s it
Even though it's a known
the hectic hood that you slept in
You be an exeption
That's the weapon is leaving you're half stepping
With that 'caine in you're left
Obie from a section stain up you're flesh and
you on bare breast
Questionin' affection for streets
no question
One of the best groups that it
And Obie is reflection
homey that 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 for clappin'. . .with one hand
Talent's on my roster mobster's in dump land
Send a gangsta to sleep two by two bunk beds
Never leave the crib without my black burner
On T. Ali rapper to merk a have murda
Incorporated, Hitman Herry is at you're
Reach for me one gain' and thats closed
For life as D12, no ice and
Every night that I chill in, I 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 be damed if we loose another man from our clan
Without forcing our
Estorting you're family, i'll you're granny
For my *****'s, i'm on motherfucking porch with a 'Cammy

x2]

[Kuniva + Kon
Yo its how *****s get caught along (and get bombed on)
Knocking teeth in back of throat (and break you're jaw bone)
(I'm on ignorant shit) these is bitch
Pass me a cigarrete (shit is finna' get thick)
Yo' man get split (by a brutal and critical hit)
identical dent (or bullets with identical prints)
I'm wishing you if (you come Lutenints a snitch)
You teminant (and we know you ain't 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)
heat, we'll even lay you out infront of the chief of police

x2]

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