Luyện nghe bài hát Loyalty

an' Dre, uh
Terror Squad,
They're all laugh at ya, haha
all gonna laugh at ya

Yeah, uh,
(Yo, oh, God)

(Feedin' you, you)
Yo
(Feedin' you, you)

Yo, uh, yo, me the JV artist
That means I own two joint ventures an' two different
Niggas that pay me
in this game for nine seasons
That's nine reasons why I'm the rhyme beefin'
niggas is rappin' ass backwards

I left twenty since beginnin' this rap shit
All yo papi lo que contigo
Mad 'cause I'm the only reppin' our people
When I in this game, no one wanted the job
All of a sudden, niggas actin' like wanna go hard

Spittin' venom the Squad, try an' shittin' the God
This no 'Scarface' shit, blow up your kids in the car
An' since you wanna act you livin' a movie
I'll hit you more shots than Bruce Lee got
In a of Fury'

Bitch niggas, nothin' but snitch
Today you on my dick, tomorrow you on his
Got deported from the Squad, can't another car
Where's your house at? I you're livin' with your moms
(Livin' with moms)
Blane nigga, better stay in your
Keep talkin', burst a flame in your face,

Yo, yo, with this comparison, the is God
'Cause though you never seen me
I been put in your hearts
An' I'm smooth a Mulo, it theme
Skip bullets of your Coogi beam you knew you were seen

Yeah, I'm nice an' I don't care if you
all you really need to understand is
How I'm rulin' with Joe
An' the is no place for late bloomers
Just gangsta niggas, an' bitches
That to spread rumors

Listen, I'm from the Bronx were the gun shoot
Front if you want but don't think we don't rapids
I'm what might consider a ghost
'Cause I move at
Plus I'm the type to play a nigga close

I'm the ultimate, high consulted, rhyme
I write dope, spit an' shit cocoa bricks
is what you dicks need to act, knowledge
Or get the shit outta ya fat cabbage

ask why we act violent
We just an' thugs
Niggas wit mad talent that still dabble in
I rap now to speak to the streets
They say the Squad gotta 'em the beef
So we feed 'em the beef

My milly blaze an' hit hard like Willy Mays
Since my days
Grew up thugs who were really crazed
Ain't no games, right here be the truth
150 proof, whoever, I'm to you

call me Prospect, I'm one in a mil'
One of the real, I rap but I still put a gun in grill
I'm the reason why I catch you your car breezin' by
With your Iceberg
You look when the light green

You're scared to death, don't make me have to air at ya
Or tear ya flesh for actin' like I whats left
Anyone can get it in a minute, give it some
I'm livin' rhyme
Let my nine get in spine, sit an' recline

Get so mad, an' rewind
So I can see what I did an' just slide
To the next level, hop on the bike an' pedal
at your best rebel, who runnin' to test medal

Let me get settled, lay my mom in this game
For kinda refrain, I push 'em down in the train
'Bout it the same, my three up in the Benz
Big, G Psycho an' E, y'all know what is

Yo, yo, it's the T E a R, a, a R, a O, R
So you know I gotta be bitch Remy Mar
With an' your nigga Joe, the God
Tony an' motherfuckin' Prospect
Straight out the

A forest, where they kill for mil's an' they blast the
But I'm from murda murda Hill
I got a big ass burner but slash your grill
Yo' don't got no status, don't want no
They knew you was loco toto an' I don't no

All I know is how to cock back an' aim for the
An' keep on bustin' 'til the bitch brain
Aan' the kids won't matter the crib's on fire
What you spit don't matter 'cause this bitch on
An' I won't stop rockin' 'til I
Any disagree is a goddamn liar

Yeah, uh, Terror Squad, nigga
Loyalty, does it mean to you
How a y'all niggas is loyal?
All these Benedict niggas
Switch niggas, ya heard?

Nigga, I throw this whole rap shit out the
In a sec, ya Joe Crack, the Don Diggler
The savior, Caesar, the is mine, nigga
We ride, who wanna test the record launcher, ya see

Uh, haha, feedin' you, feedin' you, you
Make your move, baby,
Step up, baby, they're all laugh at ya
Woo, BX