Luyện nghe bài hát Loyalty

Whoa! Yeah! Ahh! (Mutha'Fucka's they know 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 know we finna' blow!
Someone betta' them so. . .

[Swifty
You don't me, McVay and I doubt if you 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' *****s that rhyme
These turn they back on you, actin' like they ain't did shit
When you rappin' never mix up with 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 get medieval
When i'm people, then i'll explode you bitches with C-4
These hoe's, no insurance, bodies get repo'
Making you even when we ain't got our heat close
Keepin' .44's where you're hoes are swallowing deep
If you owe me dough then you know you falling asleep,
*****'s pupils what I do, i'm foolish will shoot you
i'm coo-coo, But I don't think *****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 if he ain't loyal to you
If was really soldiers then they would 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
on so much green, use twelves and supa-sonic
Bizarre pack and knives, put to dick to 'Nuns 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 you're fucking cracked
I'm from 7 Mile and stout, shoot up you're house
Next day, i'll pee in mouth. .

[Obie
Aiyyo, loyalty's first, all the bullshit
I showed you on the record, to who respect it
Most of these *****s it
though it's a known method
>From the hectic hood that you in
You be an exeption
when the weapon is leaving you're half stepping
With that 'caine in left hand
Obie from a section stain up you're flesh and
you on bare breast
Questionin' you're affection for
no question
One of the best groups done it
And Obie is their
Lil' homey that know sowly that loyalty is
fo' life, Obie Trice is second. .

x2]

Which one of you wanna' be ?boltion? bump heads
I got a passion for clappin'. . .with one hand
Talent's on my roster this mobster's in land
Send a gangsta to sleep two by two like beds
Never leave the without packing my black burner
On some T. Ali rapper to a have murda
Incorporated, Herry is at you're service
Reach for me one more gain' and thats
For as D12, no ice and spreewells
night that I chill in, I fight by free-will
Knowing I can be
Leaving my group, pieces of proof with a reason to
And a to ill
We lost Bugz and i'll be damed if we loose another man from our
forcing our hand
Estorting you're family, i'll you're granny
For my *****'s, i'm on you're motherfucking porch 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) *****s is bitch
Pass me a cigarrete (shit is finna' 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 Lutenints a snitch)
You teminant (and we know you ain't finna' do shit)
I'll stick 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]

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