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, call me the JV
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 is rappin' ass backwards

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

Spittin' venom 'bout the Squad, try an' the God
This no 'Scarface' shit, blow up your kids in the car
An' since you wanna act you livin' a movie
I'll hit you with shots than Bruce Lee got
In a of Fury'

Bitch niggas, nothin' but snitch
Today you on my dick, tomorrow you on his
Got deported from the Squad, afford another car
Where's house at? I heard you're livin' with your moms
(Livin' your moms)
Blane nigga, better stay in your
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 in your hearts
An' I'm smooth like a Mulo, it
Skip bullets of your beam before you knew you were seen

Yeah, I'm an' I don't care if you know
'Cause all you 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 rabid
if you want but don't think we don't shoot rapids
I'm what some might a ghost
'Cause I move at
Plus I'm the type to play a live nigga

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

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

My nine milly blaze an' hit hard Willy Mays
Since my kiddy
up with thugs who were really crazed
Ain't no silly games, 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 you when your car breezin' by
your Iceberg team
You when the light turns green

scared to death, don't make me have to air at ya chest
Or tear ya flesh for actin' like I carin' whats
Anyone can get it in a minute, give it some
I'm livin' rhyme
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 bike an' just
at your best rebel, who runnin' to test medal

Let me get settled, lay my mom down in this
For kinda refrain, I push 'em down in the train
'Bout it the same, my three cousins up in the
Big, G an' E, y'all know 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 an' your nigga Joe, the God
Tony Sunshine an' motherfuckin'
out the projects

A forest, where they kill for an' they blast the steel
But I'm from murda Castle Hill
I got a big ass burner but I'll your grill
Yo' got no status, don't want no static
They you was loco toto 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 kids matter when the crib's on fire
What you spit don't matter 'cause this bitch on
An' I stop rockin' 'til I retire
Any bitch is a goddamn liar

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

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