Luyện nghe bài hát Loyalty

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

[liffy
I smell some bitch niggas amongst us, now they
And when you see me on the streets be strapped cause I'm at you
And that's wit or a mask on, cause i'ma blast on sight
Even if it's in traffic in daylight
The only way you live if it don't right
But you out your wish so if I miss you'll be facin barrels by midknight
And on these four fingers I hold high
Anybody who crosses my family they die
I at my boy james to bless me wit some mo' thangs
A mobstaz hard to kill like stopping off of
I'm leavin out no dynasty clicks crushin bitches wit this
Nigga songs ain't shit, they can't even fade our skits eat a dick

Nigga cross the mob so up
In every retaliation gotta fuck 'em up
Nigga the mob so what's 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 paper but cross the mob and get hurt loyalty's first

When everything was all good y'all niggas the wall up
But when the 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 us, what you say about c-wall
Playa hatin how we ball, we'll be to see y'all
And you mob end up the same homie, put this pain on you
No my slugs got them thugs name 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 that range on em
Rain over, so nigga my mob like royalty
'till I'm dead hoes dred my love, life, and loyalty

When you come in a circle
No I'm hurt you
Cause the mob put me peeped all of your
Cause the trigger you
all of you bitches and all of you hoes
When the bruh
betta run shit look at what thugs want
See what drugs
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 can't lick and hustle
Try to flex your
But my criteria gotta comes yo strategies
Try to make a mob out of
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
Whippin out the 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 die quick blast

I roll wit straight mobsta
always carry beamers
And exercising trigger on niggas who come between us
the world wit young 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 lo if we loose to you man
So to aim cause it ain't shit to explain
to exchange plenty of paper in the game
To help us remain on top of the world we go bang
Doin our thang while y'all niggas just hate and 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)