Luyện nghe bài hát Loyalty

Whoa! Yeah! Ahh! (Mutha'Fucka's think they 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!, don't know we finna' blow!
Someone betta' tell so. . .

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

x2]

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

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

[Obie
Aiyyo, loyalty's first, all the bullshit
I showed you on the record, Cheers to who it
Most of these neglect it
Even though it's a known
>From the hectic hood that you in
You be an exeption
That's when the weapon is leaving half stepping
With 'caine in you're left hand
Obie a section that'll stain up you're flesh and
you on bare breast
Questionin' you're affection for
no question
One of the groups that done 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 for clappin'. . .with one hand
Talent's on my roster this mobster's in dump
Send a to sleep two by two like bunk beds
Never leave the 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 closed
For as D12, no ice and spreewells
night that I chill in, I fight by free-will
Knowing I can be
my group, pieces of proof with a reason to shoot
And a to ill
We lost Bugz and i'll be damed if we loose another man our clan
Without our hand
Estorting you're family, i'll torture you're
For my *****'s, i'm on you're motherfucking with a 'Cammy

x2]

[Kuniva + Kon
Yo its funny how *****s get along (and get bombed on)
Knocking teeth in back of you're throat (and you're jaw bone)
(I'm on shit) these *****s is bitch
me a cigarrete quick (shit is finna' get thick)
Yo' man i'll get split (by a 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 stick with my clique (The Kon Bomb Artist)
Kuniva The (Shooting through you're fucking Long John garmets)
Dozen (We deep in the street)
Unbelivable heat, we'll even lay you out infront of the of police

x2]

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