Luyện nghe bài hát Loyalty

Saw a little motherfucker and was ready to bend
Left the mob for something petty but then got thin
Now you back where you begin I'm livin on ten
Got inns in a benz wit rims sippin on hen
Wit stokes, twist, and mayze you broke bitch I'm paid
Should of stayed but betrayed look at the cheddar you could have
You started the mob thought you was harder than the mob
But no one motherfucker larger than this mob
Swear to god, for c-wall ain't got love
No only one that's gonna be on you side is this hot
For the dead and I'm throwin my mob up
Cock and bust to 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 mask on, cause i'ma blast on
if it's 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 be facin barrels by midknight
And on these four fingers I hold high
Anybody who crosses my mobsta they die
I at my boy james to bless me wit some mo' thangs
A mobstaz hard to kill stopping off of cocaine
I'm leavin out no dynasty clicks crushin bitches wit this
Nigga your songs ain't shit, they can't even our skits eat a dick

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

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

When you come in a circle
No I'm finna you
the mob put me peeped all of your loopholes
Cause the work you
all of you bitches and all of you hoes
When the bruh
Thugs run shit look at what thugs want
See what done
When the gun got you runnin from a loved one
you was down to die but you been found to lie
So you can't trust you, gotta bust you
Crush you now you can't lick and hustle
Try to flex muscle
But my gotta over comes yo strategies
Try to a mob out of peas
I can ride on you wit money-t and an 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 again and it's on I put a slug in him
him dead and headin hoes off at the pass
Open up a can of ass
Toy wit me die quick blast

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

(as lib by stokes)