Luyện nghe bài hát Loyalty

an' Dre, uh
Terror Squad,
They're all laugh at ya, haha
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 means I own two joint an' two different labels
Niggas pay me homage
in this game for nine seasons
That's nine reasons why I'm the rhyme beefin'
Y'all niggas is rappin' ass

I left twenty spots since beginnin' this rap
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 they go hard

Spittin' '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
I'll hit you with more than Bruce Lee got
In a 'Fist of

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

Yo, yo, with this comparison, the is God
'Cause though you never seen me
I been put in your hearts
An' I'm like a Mulo, it theme
Skip bullets of Coogi beam before you knew you were seen

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

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

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

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

My milly blaze an' hit hard like Willy Mays
Since my kiddy
Grew up thugs who were really crazed
Ain't no silly games, right be the truth
150 proof, whoever, I'm to you

They me Prospect, I'm one in a mil'
One of the real, I rap but I put a gun in your grill
I'm the reason why I catch you when your car by
your Iceberg team
You look when the light green

You're scared to death, make me have to air at ya chest
Or ya flesh for actin' like I carin' whats left
Anyone can get it in a minute, give it time
I'm this rhyme
Let my nine get in spine, sit an' recline

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

Let me get settled, lay my mom down in game
For niggas kinda refrain, I 'em down in the train
'Bout it the same, my three cousins up in the
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 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 an' they blast the steel
But I'm murda murda Castle Hill
I got a big ass burner but I'll your grill
Yo' don't got no status, don't no static
They knew you was loco an' I don't no Spanish

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

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

Nigga, I throw this whole rap 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, you, feedin' you, feedin' you
Make move, baby, c'mon
Step up, baby, they're all gonna at ya
Woo, BX