Luyện nghe bài hát Loyalty

Saw a little motherfucker and y'all was ready to
Left the mob for something petty but then fetti got
Now you back where you begin I'm livin on ten
Got sittin in a benz wit rims sippin on hen
Wit stokes, twist, and mayze while you bitch I'm paid
Should of stayed but betrayed look at the cheddar you 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 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 die for crossin us

stokes]
I smell some niggas amongst us, now they gone
And when you see me on the streets be cause I'm at you dome
And that's wit or without a mask on, cause i'ma on sight
if it's in traffic 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 facin barrels by
And that's on these four fingers I high
Anybody who my mobsta family they die
I hollered at my boy james to bless me wit mo' thangs
A mobstaz hard to kill like stopping off of
I'm out sweated no dynasty clicks crushin bitches wit this
Nigga your songs shit, they can't even fade our skits eat a dick

Nigga the mob so what's up
In every destination retaliation fuck 'em up
cross 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
Down to do lets put in work
Stay together we rappin of slangin ye together
Get the paper but don't the mob and get hurt loyalty's first

When everything was all good niggas threw the wall up
But when the shit hit the fan I you bitches ball up
Now you time is all up, 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, nigga be to see y'all
And you mob gonna end up the same homie, put this on you
No love my slugs got them thugs on 'em
If he wit his kids I'm 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
I'm dead y'all 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 loopholes
the trigger work you
Bust all of you bitches and all of you
When the bruh
Thugs betta run shit look at thugs want
See what done
When held the gun got you runnin from a one
Thought you was to die but you been found to lie
So fuck you can't trust you, gotta you
Crush you now you can't lick hits and
Try to your muscle
But my criteria gotta over comes yo
Try to a mob out of peas
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 even studying
If again and it's on I put a slug in him
Duggin him dead and headin off at the pass
Open up a can of ass
Toy wit me loyalty die blast

I roll wit mobsta leaners
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 triple us
Cause game got my mod deranged if you in pain
Kamokaze like my lo if we loose to you man
So ready to aim cause it shit to explain
Shots to exchange plenty of paper in the
To help us remain on top of the world until we go
Doin our thang while y'all niggas just and complain in vain
But it'ws still be the same we gonna mob forever
And out all you bitch ass niggas together

(as lib by stokes)