Luyện nghe bài hát Loyalty

Saw a motherfucker and y'all was ready to bend
Left the mob for something petty but then fetti got
Now you back where you while I'm livin on ten
Got inns sittin in a wit rims sippin on hen
Wit stokes, twist, and while you broke bitch I'm paid
Should of stayed but betrayed look at the you could have made
You with the mob thought you was harder than the mob
But ain't no one motherfucker larger this mob
Swear to god, for y'all ain't got love
No only one that's be on you side is this hot slug
For the dead and locked I'm my mob up
Cock and bust to all y'all bitches die for us

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

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

When everything was all good y'all niggas threw the up
But the shit hit the fan I watch you bitches ball up
Now you is all up, fuck who you call up
My all bust, my killas all nuts
What the fuck you call us, you say about c-wall
Playa hatin how we ball, we'll be to see y'all
And you mob gonna end up the same homie, put this on you
No love my slugs got 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
over, so nigga respect my mob like royalty
'till I'm dead y'all hoes dred my love, life, and

When you come in a circle
No I'm hurt you
Cause the mob put me all of your loopholes
the trigger work you
Bust all of you bitches and all of you
When the come
Thugs betta run shit at what thugs want
See what done
When held the gun got you runnin from a one
Thought you was down to die but you been to lie
So fuck you can't trust you, gotta you
Crush you now you can't lick hits and
Try to flex your
But my criteria over comes yo strategies
Try to make a mob out of
I can ride on you wit money-t and an amount of
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 dead and headin off at the pass
Open up a can of ass
Toy wit me die quick blast

I roll wit straight leaners
That always carry
And exercising trigger fingers on niggas who come us
Shockin' the world wit slingers
And we can't be defeated, even if you team us
this game got my mod deranged if you in pain
Kamokaze like my nigga lo if we to you man
So to aim cause it ain't shit to explain
Shots to exchange plenty of paper in the
To us remain on top of the world until we go bang
Doin our while y'all niggas just hate and complain in vain
But still gonna be the same we gonna mob forever
And out shine all you ass niggas together

(as lib by stokes)