Luyện nghe bài hát Loyalty

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

Yeah, uh,
(Yo, oh, God)

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

Yo, uh, yo, call me the JV
That means I own two joint ventures an' two different
Niggas that pay me
Been in this for nine seasons
That's nine reasons why I'm expired the rhyme
Y'all is rappin' ass backwards

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My nine milly blaze an' hit hard like Mays
my kiddy days
Grew up thugs who were really crazed
no silly games, right here be the truth
150 proof, whoever, I'm to you

They call me Prospect, I'm one in a
One of the real, I rap but I put a gun in your grill
I'm the reason why I catch you when car breezin' by
With your team
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 carin' left
Anyone can get it in a minute, it some time
I'm livin' this
Let my get in your spine, sit an' recline

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, uh, infamous Terror Squad,
Loyalty, does it mean to you
How many a niggas is loyal?
All these Benedict niggas
sidin' niggas, ya heard?

Nigga, I this whole rap shit out the window
In a sec, ya heard? Joe Crack, the Don
The savior, Caesar, the streets is mine,
We ride, who wanna test the launcher, ya see 'em?

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