Luyện nghe bài hát Loyalty

an' Dre, uh
Terror Squad,
all gonna laugh at ya, haha
They're all 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 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 spots beginnin' this rap shit
All yo papi lo que pasa
Mad 'cause I'm the only nigga our people
When I came in game, no one wanted the job
All of a sudden, niggas actin' like they wanna go

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

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 house at? I heard you're livin' with your moms
(Livin' with moms)
Blane nigga, better in your place
Keep talkin', burst a flame in face, motherfucker

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

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

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

I'm the ultimate, high consulted, vocalist
I write dope, spit dust an' cocoa bricks
This is what you dicks to act, knowledge
Or get the shit 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 gonna feed 'em the

My nine milly blaze an' hit hard like Willy
Since my kiddy
Grew up with thugs who really crazed
no silly 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 your
I'm the reason why I catch you when your car by
your Iceberg team
You look the light turns green

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

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

Let me get settled, lay my mom in this game
For niggas refrain, I push 'em down in the train
it the same, my three cousins up in the Benz
Big, G Psycho an' E, y'all know 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' your Joe, the God
Sunshine an' motherfuckin' Prospect
Straight out the

A forest, where they kill for mil's an' they the steel
But I'm from murda Castle 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 is how to cock back an' aim for the cabbage
An' on bustin' 'til the bitch brain splatter
Aan' the won't matter when the crib's on fire
What you spit don't matter 'cause this on fire
An' I stop rockin' 'til I retire
Any bitch disagree is a liar

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

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

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