Luyện nghe bài hát Loyalty

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

I left spots since beginnin' this rap shit
All yo lo que pasa contigo
Mad 'cause I'm the only nigga 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
ain't no 'Scarface' shit, blow up your kids in the car
An' you wanna act like you livin' a movie
I'll hit you with more shots than Lee got
In a of Fury'

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

Yo, yo, this comparison, the Geddy is God
'Cause though you never seen 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 were

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

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 some consider a ghost
'Cause I at night
Plus I'm the 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 shit smacked ya fat cabbage

Don't ask why we act
We just an' thugs
wit mad talent that still dabble in drugs
I only rap now to speak to the
They say the Squad feed 'em the beef
So we gonna 'em the beef

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

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

You're to death, don't make me have to air at ya chest
Or tear ya flesh for like I carin' whats left
Anyone can get it in a minute, give it time
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 again an' just
To the next level, hop on the bike an' pedal
Bustin' at your best rebel, who runnin' to test

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 three up in the Benz
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 be that bitch Remy Mar
With Armageddon an' nigga Joe, the God
Tony an' motherfuckin' Prospect
out the projects

A forest, where they kill for mil's an' they 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 no static
They knew you was toto an' I don't no Spanish

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

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

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

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