Luyện nghe bài hát Loyalty

an' Dre, uh
Terror Squad,
They're all gonna laugh at ya,
all gonna laugh at ya

Yeah, uh,
(Yo, oh, God)

(Feedin' you, you)
Yo
(Feedin' you, you)

Yo, uh, yo, call me the JV
means I own two joint ventures an' two different labels
Niggas pay me homage
Been in this for nine seasons
That's nine reasons why I'm expired the beefin'
niggas is rappin' ass backwards

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

Spittin' venom 'bout the Squad, try an' 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 more shots than Lee got
In a of Fury'

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

Yo, yo, with comparison, the Geddy is God
'Cause even though you never me
I put fear in your hearts
An' I'm smooth like a Mulo, it
Skip bullets of your Coogi 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 hard I'm with Joe
An' the is no place for late bloomers
gangsta niggas, snakes an' bitches
That to spread 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 might a ghost
'Cause I 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 shit outta ya fat cabbage

ask why we act violent
We just killas an'
Niggas wit mad talent that still dabble in
I rap now to speak to the streets
say the Squad gotta feed 'em the beef
So we gonna 'em the beef

My nine milly blaze an' hit hard like Willy
Since my days
Grew up thugs who were really crazed
no silly games, right here be the truth
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 why I catch you when your car breezin' by
With your team
You look the light turns green

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

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

Let me get settled, lay my mom in this game
For niggas kinda refrain, I push 'em in the train
'Bout it the same, my cousins up in the Benz
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 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 slash 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 'til the bitch brain splatter
Aan' the kids matter when the crib's on fire
What you spit don't matter 'cause this bitch on
An' I won't rockin' 'til I retire
Any bitch disagree is a goddamn

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

Nigga, I throw 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 wanna the record launcher, ya see 'em?

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