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!, we go!, Free Yayo!
Mutha'fucka!, Benzino!, don't know we finna' blow!
betta' tell them 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 those of you that's me
Witness the potest' furocious *****s that rhyme
These bitches turn they back on you, actin' like they did shit
When you never mix bussiness up with your friendship
If you up in this jungle, then what you breathe fo'?
*****s's don't love you, you got 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, have no insurance, bodies get
Making you vanish even when we ain't got our heat
.44's where you're hoes are swallowing deep throat
If you owe me then you know you falling 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 take in tho'

x2]

[Kon
See i'm a man, and a man gon' do he gotta do
And he ain't really if he ain't loyal to you
If they was soldiers 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 blaze
Smoke on so much green, use twelves and
Bizarre pack guns and knives, put to to 'Nuns and Wifes
Now who the want to fight?
Ain't nobody fucking with me, Ain't nobody fucking the D'
They get beat a M-P
You heard Bizarre taking all them drugs
You about Proof wil'ing in the clubs
You about that nine that Eminem packs
You us, you get you're fucking face cracked
I'm from 7 Mile and stout, I'll up you're house
Next day, pee in you're mouth. .

Trice]
Aiyyo, loyalty's first, all the second
I you on the record, Cheers to who respect it
Most of these neglect it
though it's a known method
>From the hectic hood you slept in
You be an exeption
when the weapon is leaving you're half stepping
With that 'caine in left hand
Obie a section that'll stain up you're flesh and
Have you on bare
Questionin' you're affection for
no question
One of the best that done it
And Obie is reflection
Lil' homey that know sowly that is reckin'
D-Twizzie fo' life, Trice is second. .

x2]

Which one of you wanna' be ?boltion? bump heads
When I got a passion for clappin'. . .with one
on my roster this mobster's in dump land
Send a to sleep two by two like bunk beds
Never leave the crib without packing my burner
On some T. Ali rapper to merk a have
Incorporated, Herry is at you're service
Reach for me one more gain' and thats
For as D12, no ice and spreewells
Every night 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 be damed if we loose another man from our clan
Without forcing our
Estorting you're family, torture you're granny
For my *****'s, i'm on you're porch with a 'Cammy

x2]

[Kuniva + Kon
Yo its funny how get caught along (and get bombed on)
Knocking teeth in back of you're throat (and you're jaw bone)
(I'm on ignorant shit) these *****s is
me a cigarrete quick (shit is finna' get thick)
Yo' man i'll get (by a brutal and critical hit)
With identical dent (or bullets with prints)
I'm wishing you if (you come Lutenints a snitch)
You teminant fick (and we know you ain't do shit)
I'll stick with my (The Kon Artis Bomb Artist)
Kuniva The Rida' (Shooting through you're Long John garmets)
Dozen (We deep in the street)
Unbelivable heat, we'll lay you out infront of the chief of police

x2]

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