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 don't know we blow!
Someone betta' tell so. . .

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

x2]

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

I give a fuck, i'm quick to blaze chronic
Smoke on so green, use twelves and supa-sonic
pack guns and knives, put to dick to 'Nuns and Wifes
Now who the fuck want to
Ain't nobody fucking me, Ain't nobody fucking with 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 diss us, you get you're fucking cracked
I'm from 7 and stout, I'll shoot up you're house
day, i'll pee in you're mouth. .

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

x2]

Which one of you *****s wanna' be ?boltion? bump
When I got a for clappin'. . .with one hand
Talent's on my roster this mobster's in land
Send a gangsta to sleep two by two like bunk
leave the crib without packing my black burner
On some T. Ali rapper to merk a have
Incorporated, Hitman is at you're service
Reach for me one more gain' and thats
For life as D12, no ice and
night that I chill in, I fight by free-will
Knowing I can be
Leaving my group, of proof with a reason to shoot
And a to ill
We lost Bugz and be damed if we loose another man from our clan
forcing our hand
Estorting you're family, torture 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 of you're throat (and break you're jaw bone)
(I'm on ignorant shit) these *****s is
Pass me a cigarrete quick (shit is get thick)
Yo' man get split (by a brutal and critical hit)
With identical dent (or bullets identical prints)
I'm wishing you if (you come you're a snitch)
You teminant (and we know you ain't finna' do shit)
I'll with my clique (The Kon Artis Bomb Artist)
Kuniva The (Shooting through you're fucking Long John garmets)
Dirty (We deep in the street)
Unbelivable heat, we'll even lay you out infront of the chief of

x2]

Artis-outro]
Yeah!
D12, Dirty
Nothing but up in this muthafucka'
Loyal to that we do
You ain't neva' gonna' none of us slippin by ourself
''cause we together
You know what i'm . .
*****s don't know what family means
Bugz over our ass
why we still alive know
Knocking *****s outta the clubs and shit
Haha! Av. Baby!
Records!
Where yo' mamma at