Luyện nghe bài hát Loyalty

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

[liffy
I smell some bitch niggas amongst us, now gone
And when you see me on the streets be strapped cause I'm at you
And that's wit or without a on, cause i'ma blast on sight
if it's in traffic in broad daylight
The only way you 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 crushin bitches wit this
Nigga your songs ain't shit, they can't fade our skits eat a dick

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

When everything was all good y'all niggas threw the up
But when the shit hit the fan I watch you ball up
Now you time is all up, fuck who you up
My niggas all bust, my all nuts
What the fuck you call us, what you say about
Playa hatin how we ball, nigga be to see y'all
And you mob gonna end up the homie, put this pain on you
No love my slugs got them name on 'em
If he wit his kids I'm blow his brains on 'em, put the on 'em
Go insane on em', guess he done wit work range on em
Rain over, so nigga respect my mob like
'till I'm dead y'all dred my love, life, and loyalty

When you come strapped in a
No I'm finna you
Cause the mob put me all of your loopholes
the trigger work you
Bust all of you bitches and all of you
the bruh come
Thugs betta run look at what thugs want
See drugs done
When held the gun got you from a loved one
Thought you was down to die but you found to lie
So fuck you can't trust you, bust you
Crush you now you lick hits and hustle
Try to flex your
But my criteria gotta comes yo strategies
Try to make a mob out of
I can ride on you wit 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 ain't even
If and it's on I just put a slug in him
Duggin him dead and headin hoes off at the
up a can of kick ass
Toy wit me die quick blast

I roll wit straight mobsta
That carry beamers
And exercising trigger fingers on niggas who come us
Shockin' the world wit young
And we can't be defeated, even if you team us
Cause this got my mod deranged if you in pain
Kamokaze like my lo if we loose to you man
So ready to aim it ain't shit to explain
to exchange 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 hate and complain in
But it'ws still be the same we gonna mob forever
And out shine all you bitch ass together

(as lib by stokes)