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, me the JV artist
That means I own two ventures an' two different labels
that pay me homage
Been in this game for nine
That's nine reasons why I'm the rhyme beefin'
Y'all is rappin' ass backwards

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

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

Bitch niggas, nothin' but 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, stay in your place
talkin', burst a flame in your face, motherfucker

Yo, yo, this comparison, the Geddy is God
'Cause even though you seen me
I been put fear in your
An' I'm smooth like a Mulo, it
Skip bullets of your Coogi beam you knew you were seen

Yeah, I'm nice an' I care if you know
'Cause all you really to understand is
How hard I'm rulin' Joe
An' the streets is no for late bloomers
Just gangsta niggas, snakes an'
That to spread rumors

Listen, I'm from the Bronx were the gun rabid
Front if you want but don't think we shoot rapids
I'm what some consider a ghost
'Cause I at night
I'm the type to play a live nigga close

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

ask why we act violent
We killas an' thugs
Niggas wit mad talent that still in drugs
I only rap now to 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 with 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 why I catch you when your car breezin' by
With your Iceberg
You look when the light green

You're to death, don't 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 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 an' just slide
To the level, hop on the bike an' just pedal
Bustin' at your best rebel, who runnin' to medal

Let me get settled, lay my mom down in game
For niggas 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, the T E a R, a, a R, a O, R Squad
So you know I gotta be that bitch Mar
Armageddon an' your nigga Joe, the God
Tony an' motherfuckin' Prospect
Straight out the

A forest, where they kill for mil's an' they 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 you was loco toto an' I don't no Spanish

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

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

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

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