Luyện nghe bài hát Loyalty

an' Dre, uh
Terror Squad,
They're all gonna 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 different
Niggas that pay me
Been in this game for seasons
That's reasons why I'm expired the rhyme beefin'
Y'all niggas is ass backwards

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

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

Bitch niggas, 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 heard you're with your moms
(Livin' your moms)
nigga, better stay in your place
Keep talkin', a flame in your face, motherfucker

Yo, yo, this comparison, the Geddy is God
'Cause even you never seen me
I put fear in your hearts
An' I'm smooth a Mulo, it theme
Skip bullets of your beam before you knew you were seen

Yeah, I'm nice an' I don't care if you
'Cause all you need to understand is
How hard I'm rulin' Joe
An' the streets is no place for bloomers
Just gangsta niggas, an' bitches
That meant to spread

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

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

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

My nine milly blaze an' hit hard like Willy
my kiddy days
Grew up with thugs who were really
Ain't no silly games, right 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 reason why I you when your car breezin' by
your Iceberg team
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 actin' like I whats left
Anyone can get it in a minute, give it some
I'm this rhyme
Let my get in your spine, sit an' recline

Get so mad, an' rewind
So I can see what I did an' just 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 in this game
For niggas kinda refrain, I push 'em down in the
'Bout it the same, my three cousins up in the
Big, G Psycho an' E, y'all know what is

Yo, yo, the T E a R, a, a R, a O, R Squad
So you know I be that bitch Remy Mar
With Armageddon an' nigga Joe, the God
Tony an' motherfuckin' Prospect
out the projects

A forest, they kill for mil's an' they blast the steel
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 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' 'til the brain splatter
the kids won't matter when the crib's on fire
What you spit don't matter 'cause this on fire
An' I won't rockin' 'til I retire
Any bitch disagree is a goddamn

Yeah, uh, infamous Squad, nigga
Loyalty, does it mean to you
How many a y'all niggas is
All these Benedict niggas
Switch sidin' niggas, ya

Nigga, I throw this whole rap shit out the
In a sec, ya Joe Crack, the Don Diggler
The savior, Caesar, the streets is mine,
We ride, who test 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