Luyện nghe bài hát Loyalty

an' Dre, uh
Terror Squad,
They're all gonna laugh at ya,
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 I own two joint ventures an' two different labels
Niggas pay me homage
Been in this for nine seasons
That's reasons why I'm expired the rhyme beefin'
Y'all is rappin' ass backwards

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

Spittin' venom the Squad, try an' shittin' the God
This ain't no 'Scarface' shit, blow up your in the car
An' since you wanna act like you a movie
I'll hit you with more shots than Lee got
In a 'Fist of

Bitch niggas, but snitch niggas
Today you on my dick, tomorrow you on his
Got deported from the Squad, afford another car
Where's your house at? I heard you're livin' with your
(Livin' your moms)
Blane nigga, better stay in place
Keep talkin', burst a flame in your face,

Yo, yo, this comparison, the Geddy is God
'Cause even though you never me
I put fear in your hearts
An' I'm like a Mulo, it theme
bullets of your Coogi beam before you knew you were seen

Yeah, I'm nice an' I don't if you know
'Cause all you really to understand is
How hard I'm with Joe
An' the streets is no place for bloomers
Just niggas, snakes an' bitches
That meant to rumors

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

I'm the ultimate, consulted, rhyme vocalist
I write dope, dust an' shit cocoa bricks
This is you dicks need to act, knowledge
Or get the smacked outta ya fat cabbage

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

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

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

You're scared to death, make me have to air at ya chest
Or tear ya flesh for actin' like I whats left
Anyone can get it in a minute, give it time
I'm livin' this
Let my nine get in spine, sit an' recline

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, uh, infamous Squad, nigga
Loyalty, what does it to you
How many a y'all is loyal?
All these Benedict Arnold
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 streets is mine,
We ride, who wanna the record launcher, ya see 'em?

Uh, haha, you, feedin' you, feedin' you
your move, baby, c'mon
Step up, baby, all gonna laugh at ya
Woo, BX