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, call me the JV
That I own two joint ventures an' two different labels
Niggas that pay me
Been in game for nine seasons
That's nine reasons why I'm expired the rhyme
niggas is rappin' ass backwards

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm the ultimate, high consulted, 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'
wit mad talent that still dabble in drugs
I only rap now to speak to the
They say the gotta feed 'em the beef
So we gonna 'em the beef

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

call 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 when your car by
With your Iceberg
You look when the light green

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

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

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

Yo, yo, the T E a R, a, a R, a O, R Squad
So you I gotta 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 blast the
But I'm from murda Castle Hill
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' on bustin' 'til the bitch brain splatter
the kids won't matter when the crib's on fire
What you spit don't matter 'cause this bitch on
An' I won't stop 'til I retire
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 Arnold
sidin' niggas, ya heard?

Nigga, I throw this whole rap 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