Luyện nghe bài hát Loyalty

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My nine milly blaze an' hit like Willy Mays
Since my kiddy
Grew up with thugs who were really
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 grill
I'm the reason why I catch you your car breezin' by
With Iceberg 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' I carin' whats left
can get it in a minute, give 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 what I did again an' slide
To the next level, hop on the an' just pedal
Bustin' at your best rebel, who runnin' to medal

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

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

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

All I know is how to back an' aim for the cabbage
An' keep on bustin' 'til the 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 won't stop 'til I retire
Any disagree is a goddamn liar

Yeah, uh, infamous Terror Squad,
Loyalty, what it mean to you
How many a y'all is loyal?
All these Benedict niggas
Switch 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 test the record launcher, ya see 'em?

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