Luyện nghe bài hát Loyalty

Saw a little motherfucker and y'all was to bend
the mob for something petty but then fetti got thin
Now you back where you begin while I'm on ten
Got inns sittin in a wit rims sippin on hen
Wit stokes, twist, and mayze while you bitch I'm paid
Should of stayed but betrayed look at the cheddar you could made
You started with the mob thought you was harder the mob
But ain't no one motherfucker larger than mob
Swear to god, for y'all c-wall ain't got
No one that's gonna be on you side is this hot slug
For the and locked I'm throwin my mob up
Cock and to all y'all bitches die for crossin us

[liffy
I smell some bitch amongst us, now they gone
And you see me on the streets be strapped cause I'm at you dome
And that's wit or without a mask on, cause i'ma blast on
Even if in traffic in broad daylight
The way you live if it don't spray right
But you out your death wish so if I miss you'll be barrels by midknight
And that's on these four I hold high
Anybody who my mobsta family they die
I hollered at my boy james to me wit some mo' thangs
A mobstaz hard to like stopping off of cocaine
I'm leavin out sweated no dynasty clicks crushin wit this
Nigga your songs ain't shit, they can't fade our skits eat a dick

Nigga cross the mob so up
In destination retaliation gotta fuck 'em up
Nigga cross the mob so up
In destination retaliation gotta get 'em up
Shit are y'all about ready to die for this fetti everyting that's petty
Down to do lets put in work
Stay together whether we rappin of slangin ye
Get the but don't cross the mob and get hurt loyalty's first

When was all good y'all niggas threw the wall up
But when the shit hit the fan I watch you bitches up
Now you is all up, fuck who you call up
My all bust, my killas all nuts
What the fuck you call us, what you say c-wall
Playa how we ball, nigga we'll be to see y'all
And you mob gonna end up the same homie, put pain on you
No love my got them thugs name on 'em
If he wit his kids I'm blow his on 'em, put the chains on 'em
Go on em', guess he done wit that work range on em
Rain over, so nigga my mob like royalty
'till I'm y'all hoes dred my love, life, and loyalty

When you come in a circle
No I'm finna you
Cause the mob put me all of your loopholes
Cause the trigger you
all of you bitches and all of you hoes
When the bruh
Thugs betta run shit at what thugs want
See what done
When held the gun got you from a loved one
Thought you was down to die but you been to lie
So fuck you trust you, gotta bust you
you now you can't lick hits and hustle
Try to flex muscle
But my criteria gotta over yo strategies
Try to a mob out of peas
I can on you wit money-t and an amount of cheese
I had a lot of bud in 'em
I get mad at the 'em
out the stud in 'em
But I even studying
If again and it's on I just put a in him
Duggin him and headin hoes off at the pass
Open up a can of ass
Toy wit me loyalty die quick

I roll wit mobsta leaners
always carry beamers
And exercising trigger fingers on niggas who between us
Shockin' the world wit young
And we be defeated, even if you triple team us
Cause this game got my mod deranged if you in
Kamokaze like my lo if we loose to you man
So ready to aim it ain't shit to explain
Shots to plenty of paper in the game
To help us on top of the world until we go bang
Doin our thang while y'all niggas just and complain in vain
But it'ws gonna be the same we gonna mob forever
And out shine all you bitch ass niggas

(as lib by stokes)