Luyện nghe bài hát Loyalty

Saw a motherfucker and y'all was ready to bend
Left the mob for something but then fetti got thin
Now you back where you while I'm livin on ten
Got inns in a benz 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 have made
You started the mob thought you was harder than the mob
But ain't no one motherfucker larger than mob
Swear to god, for y'all c-wall 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 to all y'all bitches die for crossin us

stokes]
I some bitch niggas amongst us, now they 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
Even if it's in in broad daylight
The only way you live if it don't spray
But you out your death so if I miss you'll be facin 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 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, can't even fade our skits eat a dick

Nigga cross the mob so up
In every destination retaliation fuck 'em up
Nigga the mob so what's up
In every retaliation gotta get 'em up
Shit are y'all about to die for this fetti fuck everyting that's petty
Down to do lets put in work
Stay together whether we rappin of ye together
Get the paper but cross the mob and get hurt loyalty's first

When everything was all good niggas threw the wall up
But the shit hit the fan I watch you bitches ball up
Now you time is all up, fuck who you up
My niggas all bust, my all nuts
What the you call us, what you say about c-wall
Playa how we ball, nigga we'll be to see y'all
And you mob end up the same 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', guess he done wit work range on em
Rain over, so nigga respect my mob like
'till I'm dead hoes dred my love, life, and loyalty

When you strapped in a circle
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
When the come
Thugs run shit look at what thugs want
See drugs done
held the gun got you runnin from a loved one
Thought you was to die but you been found to lie
So fuck you can't you, gotta bust you
Crush you now you can't hits and hustle
Try to flex muscle
But my gotta over 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 studying
If again and it's on I just put a in him
him dead and headin hoes off at the pass
Open up a can of ass
Toy wit me loyalty die blast

I roll wit straight leaners
That carry beamers
And exercising trigger fingers on who come between us
Shockin' the world wit young
And we can't be defeated, 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 to aim cause it ain't shit to explain
Shots to exchange plenty of paper in the
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 we gonna mob forever
And out all you bitch ass niggas together

(as lib by stokes)