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, me the JV artist
That means I own two joint an' two different labels
Niggas that pay me
in this game for nine seasons
That's nine why I'm expired the rhyme beefin'
Y'all niggas is ass backwards

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

venom 'bout the Squad, try an' shittin' the God
This ain't no 'Scarface' shit, blow up your in the car
An' since you 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, you on his nigga
Got deported from the Squad, can't afford car
Where's your house at? I heard you're livin' your moms
(Livin' your moms)
Blane nigga, better stay in place
Keep talkin', a flame in your face, motherfucker

Yo, yo, with this comparison, the is God
'Cause even though you seen me
I put fear in your hearts
An' I'm smooth a Mulo, it theme
Skip bullets of your Coogi beam you knew 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 is no place for late bloomers
Just niggas, snakes an' bitches
That meant to spread

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

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

Don't ask why we act
We just killas an'
Niggas wit mad talent still dabble 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 an' hit hard like Willy Mays
Since my kiddy
up with thugs who were really crazed
Ain't no silly games, right here be the
150 proof, whoever, I'm to you

They 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 you when your car breezin' by
With your Iceberg
You look when the turns green

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

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

Let me get settled, lay my mom down in this
For niggas kinda refrain, I push 'em 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, the T E a R, a, a R, a O, R Squad
So you know I gotta be bitch Remy Mar
With an' your 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 Castle
I got a big ass burner but 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 is how to cock 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 on fire
An' I won't 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 these Arnold niggas
Switch sidin' niggas, ya

Nigga, I this whole rap shit 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, you, feedin' you
Make move, baby, c'mon
Step up, baby, they're all gonna at ya
Woo, BX