Luyện nghe bài hát Loyalty

Whoa! Yeah! Ahh! (Mutha'Fucka's think 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!, They know we finna' blow!
betta' tell them so. . .

[Swifty
You me, McVay and I doubt if you understand me
Why would I give a fuck about you if we family?
I roll with a few, and those of you that's behind me
Witness the most potest' *****s that rhyme
These turn they back 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 street codes
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, bodies get
Making you vanish even 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 that's 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 really family if he ain't to you
If they was really then they would do what we do
And be loyal to crew and crew was to you

I don't give a fuck, i'm quick to chronic
Smoke on so green, use twelves and supa-sonic
pack guns and knives, put to dick to 'Nuns and Wifes
Now who the want to fight?
Ain't nobody fucking with me, Ain't fucking with the D'
They get like a M-P
You heard about taking all them drugs
You heard about Proof 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, I'll shoot up house
Next day, i'll pee in mouth. .

Trice]
Aiyyo, loyalty's first, all the bullshit
I showed you on the record, to who respect it
of these *****s neglect it
Even though it's a method
>From the hood that you slept in
You be an exeption
That's when the weapon is leaving you're stepping
With that in you're left hand
Obie from a section stain up you're flesh and
Have you on bare
Questionin' you're affection for
D-Twizzie no
One of the best groups done it
And is their 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 for clappin'. . .with one hand
Talent's on my roster this in dump land
Send a gangsta to sleep two by two like bunk
Never leave the without packing my black burner
On some T. Ali to merk a have murda
Incorporated, Hitman is at you're service
Reach for me one more gain' and thats
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 proof a reason to shoot
And a to ill
We lost Bugz and i'll be if we loose another man from our clan
forcing our hand
Estorting you're family, i'll torture granny
For my *****'s, i'm on you're motherfucking porch with a

x2]

[Kuniva + Kon
Yo its funny how *****s get caught along (and get on)
teeth in back of you're 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 (by a brutal and critical hit)
With identical dent (or with identical prints)
I'm wishing you if (you come Lutenints 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 you're fucking Long garmets)
Dirty Dozen (We in the street)
Unbelivable heat, we'll even lay you out 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' gonna' catch none of us by ourself
we always together
You what i'm sayin . .
Y'all *****s don't what family means
watching over our ass
Thats why we still alive
yall *****s outta the clubs and shit
Haha! Av. Baby!
Records!
Where yo' at *****?