Luyện nghe bài hát Loyalty

an' Dre, uh
Terror Squad,
They're all gonna laugh at ya,
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 nine why I'm expired the rhyme beefin'
niggas is rappin' ass backwards

I left twenty spots beginnin' this rap shit
All yo lo que pasa contigo
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 wanna go hard

venom 'bout the Squad, try an' shittin' the God
This ain't no 'Scarface' shit, up your kids in the car
An' since you wanna act you livin' a movie
I'll hit you with more than Bruce Lee got
In a 'Fist of

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

Yo, yo, with comparison, the Geddy is God
'Cause even you never seen me
I been put fear in 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 if you know
'Cause all you really need to is
How hard I'm with Joe
An' the streets is no place for late
gangsta niggas, snakes an' bitches
That to spread rumors

Listen, I'm from the Bronx the gun shoot rabid
Front if you but don't think we don't shoot rapids
I'm some might consider a ghost
I move at night
Plus I'm the type to a live nigga close

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

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

My milly blaze an' hit hard like Willy Mays
my kiddy days
Grew up with thugs who were crazed
Ain't no 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 put a gun in your grill
I'm the reason why I you when your car breezin' by
With Iceberg team
You look when the light turns

You're scared to death, 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 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 an' just slide
To the level, hop on the bike an' just pedal
Bustin' at your 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
it the same, my three cousins 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
Tony an' motherfuckin' Prospect
out the projects

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

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

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

Nigga, I throw this rap shit out the window
In a sec, ya heard? Joe Crack, the Don
The savior, Caesar, the is mine, nigga
We ride, who wanna the record launcher, ya see 'em?

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