Luyện nghe bài hát Loyalty

Whoa! Yeah! Ahh! (Mutha'Fucka's they know us)
G-g-g-g Guess back? D-Twizze!, O-Twizzie!
Doc-Twizzie!, Shady-Twizzie!, Aftermath!
Fiftycent!, G Unit!, we go!, Free Yayo!
Mutha'fucka!, Benzino!, They know we finna' blow!
betta' tell them so. . .

[Swifty
You don't me, and I doubt if you understand me
Why would I a fuck about you if we ain't family?
I with a chosen few, and those of you that's behind me
Witness the most potest' *****s that rhyme
bitches 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 love you, you got habits of breaking street codes
Far as static, I automaticly get
When i'm after people, then i'll explode you bitches 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 hoes are swallowing deep throat
If you owe me dough then you know you asleep, close
*****'s pupils that's what I do, i'm 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 loyal to you
If they was really soldiers 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
on so much green, use twelves and supa-sonic
Bizarre guns and knives, put to dick to 'Nuns and Wifes
Now who the fuck want to
Ain't nobody fucking with me, nobody fucking with the D'
get beat like a M-P
You heard about Bizarre all them drugs
You heard about Proof in the clubs
You heard about nine that Eminem packs
You diss us, you get you're fucking cracked
I'm from 7 Mile and stout, I'll shoot up house
Next day, i'll pee in mouth. .

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

x2]

Which one of you *****s wanna' be ?boltion? heads
When I got a passion for clappin'. . .with one
on my roster this mobster's in dump land
Send a gangsta to two by two like bunk beds
Never leave the crib without packing my burner
On some T. Ali rapper to a have murda
Incorporated, Hitman Herry is at service
Reach for me one more gain' and closed
For as D12, no ice and spreewells
Every night that I chill in, I fight by
I can be killed
Leaving my group, pieces of proof with a 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, 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 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 i'll get split (by a brutal and hit)
identical dent (or bullets with identical prints)
I'm wishing you if (you come Lutenints a snitch)
You fick (and we know you ain't finna' do shit)
I'll stick my clique (The Kon Artis Bomb Artist)
Kuniva The Rida' (Shooting through fucking Long John garmets)
Dirty (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 everything we do
You neva' gonna' catch none of us slippin by ourself
''cause we together
You know what i'm . .
Y'all *****s don't what family means
Bugz over our ass
Thats why we still alive
yall *****s outta the clubs and shit
Haha! Av. Baby!
Records!
Where yo' mamma at