Luyện nghe bài hát Loyalty

an' Dre, uh
Terror Squad,
They're all gonna laugh at ya,
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 I own two joint ventures an' two different labels
Niggas that pay me
Been in game for nine seasons
That's reasons why I'm expired the rhyme beefin'
niggas is rappin' ass backwards

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

Spittin' venom 'bout the Squad, try an' the God
This ain't no shit, blow 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 of Fury'

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

Yo, yo, this comparison, the Geddy is God
'Cause even you never seen me
I been put in your hearts
An' I'm like a Mulo, it theme
bullets of your Coogi 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 hard I'm with Joe
An' the streets is no place for bloomers
Just niggas, snakes an' bitches
That meant to rumors

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

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

Don't ask why we act
We just an' thugs
Niggas wit mad talent that still dabble in
I only rap now to speak to the
say the Squad gotta feed 'em the beef
So we feed 'em the beef

My nine milly blaze an' hit hard like Mays
my kiddy days
Grew up with thugs who were really
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 catch you your car breezin' by
With your team
You when the light turns green

You're to death, don't make me have to air at ya chest
Or tear ya flesh for actin' like I whats left
Anyone can get it in a minute, 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 level, hop on the bike an' just pedal
at your best rebel, who runnin' to test 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 cousins up in the Benz
Big, G Psycho an' E, y'all know what 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' nigga Joe, the God
Tony Sunshine an' Prospect
out the projects

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 want no
They knew you was 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 bitch splatter
Aan' the kids won't when the crib's on fire
What you spit don't matter 'cause bitch on fire
An' I won't stop rockin' I retire
Any disagree is a goddamn liar

Yeah, uh, Terror Squad, nigga
Loyalty, does it mean to you
How many a y'all is loyal?
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 is mine, nigga
We ride, who wanna test the launcher, ya see 'em?

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