Luyện nghe bài hát Loyalty

Whoa! Yeah! Ahh! (Mutha'Fucka's think they us)
Guess whos 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' them so. . .

[Swifty
You don't me, McVay and I doubt if you me
Why I give a fuck about you if we ain't family?
I roll a chosen few, and those of you that's behind me
Witness the potest' furocious *****s that rhyme
These bitches turn they back on you, actin' they ain't did shit
When you rappin' never mix bussiness up with your
If you lackin' up in this jungle, then what you fo'?
*****s's don't love you, you got of breaking street codes
Far as static, I get medieval
i'm after people, then i'll explode you bitches with C-4
These hoe's, no insurance, bodies get repo'
Making you vanish even when we ain't got our heat
Keepin' .44's you're hoes are swallowing deep throat
If you owe me dough then you know you asleep, close
*****'s pupils that's I do, i'm foolish 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 if he ain't loyal to you
If they was really soldiers then 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 chronic
on so much green, use twelves and supa-sonic
Bizarre pack guns and knives, put to to 'Nuns and Wifes
Now who the want to fight?
Ain't nobody fucking with me, nobody fucking with the D'
They get like a M-P
You heard about Bizarre all them drugs
You heard Proof wil'ing in the clubs
You heard that nine that Eminem packs
You us, you get you're fucking face cracked
I'm from 7 Mile and stout, I'll shoot up you're
Next day, pee in you're mouth. .

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

x2]

Which one of you wanna' be ?boltion? bump heads
When I got a for clappin'. . .with one hand
Talent's on my roster mobster's in dump land
Send a gangsta to sleep two by two like beds
Never leave the crib without packing my black
On T. Ali rapper to merk a have murda
Incorporated, Herry 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
Leaving my group, pieces of proof with a to shoot
And a to ill
We lost Bugz and i'll be if we loose another man from our clan
Without our hand
Estorting you're family, i'll you're granny
For my *****'s, i'm on motherfucking porch with a 'Cammy

x2]

[Kuniva + Kon
Yo its funny how *****s get caught along (and get on)
Knocking teeth in back of you're throat (and you're jaw bone)
(I'm on shit) these *****s is bitch
Pass me a cigarrete (shit is finna' get thick)
Yo' man i'll get split (by a and critical hit)
With identical dent (or with 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 with my (The Kon Artis Bomb Artist)
Kuniva The Rida' (Shooting through fucking 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 family up in muthafucka'
to everything that we do
You ain't neva' gonna' catch of us slippin by ourself
''cause we together
You know what i'm . .
*****s don't know what family means
Bugz watching our ass
why we still alive know
Knocking yall *****s the clubs and shit
Haha! Av. Baby!
Records!
Where yo' mamma at