Luyện nghe bài hát Loyalty

an' Dre, uh
Terror Squad,
They're all laugh at ya, haha
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 means I own two joint ventures an' two labels
that pay me homage
Been in this game for nine
That's nine reasons why I'm expired the beefin'
Y'all 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
I came in this game, no one wanted the job
All of a sudden, niggas actin' like they wanna go

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

niggas, nothin' but snitch niggas
Today you on my dick, tomorrow you on his
Got deported from the Squad, afford another car
Where's your house at? I you're livin' with your moms
(Livin' your moms)
Blane nigga, better stay in your
Keep talkin', burst a flame in face, motherfucker

Yo, yo, with this comparison, the is God
'Cause though you never seen me
I put fear 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 nice an' I care if you know
'Cause all you really need to 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 were the gun rabid
Front if you want but don't think we don't rapids
I'm what some consider a ghost
'Cause I at night
Plus I'm the type to play a nigga close

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

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

My nine blaze an' hit hard like Willy Mays
Since my days
Grew up thugs who were really crazed
Ain't no silly games, right 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 why I catch you when your car breezin' by
your Iceberg team
You look when the light turns

You're 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 get in your spine, sit an' recline

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

Let me get settled, lay my mom down in this
For niggas kinda refrain, I push 'em in the train
it the same, my three 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 know I gotta be that bitch Mar
Armageddon an' your nigga Joe, the God
Tony Sunshine an' motherfuckin'
Straight out the

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

All I know is how to back an' aim for the cabbage
An' on bustin' 'til the bitch brain splatter
Aan' the kids won't when the crib's on fire
What you don't matter 'cause this bitch on fire
An' I won't stop 'til I retire
Any bitch disagree is a liar

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

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