Luyện nghe bài hát Loyalty

Saw a little motherfucker and y'all was to bend
Left the mob for something petty but then fetti got
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 while you broke I'm paid
Should of stayed but betrayed look at the cheddar you have made
You started with the mob you was harder than the mob
But ain't no one motherfucker than this mob
Swear to god, for y'all c-wall ain't got
No only one that's gonna be on you is this hot slug
For the dead and locked I'm 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 be strapped cause I'm at you dome
And that's wit or without a mask on, i'ma blast on sight
Even if in traffic in broad daylight
The only way you live if it don't spray
But you out your death wish so if I you'll be facin barrels by midknight
And that's on these four fingers I high
Anybody who crosses my mobsta 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 ain't shit, they can't even our skits eat a dick

Nigga cross the mob so up
In every destination gotta fuck 'em up
Nigga cross the mob so up
In destination retaliation gotta get 'em up
Shit are y'all about 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 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 time is all up, who you call up
My niggas all bust, my all nuts
What the fuck you call us, what you say about
hatin how we ball, nigga we'll be to see y'all
And you mob gonna end up the same homie, put this on you
No love my slugs got thugs name on 'em
If he wit his kids I'm blow his on 'em, put the chains on 'em
Go on em', guess he done wit that work range on em
Rain over, so respect my mob like royalty
'till I'm dead y'all hoes dred my love, life, and

When you come in a circle
No I'm finna you
the mob put me peeped all of your loopholes
Cause the trigger you
all of you bitches and all of you hoes
When the come
Thugs run shit look at what thugs want
See what done
held the gun got you runnin from a loved one
Thought you was down to die but you been 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 criteria gotta 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 studying
If and it's on I just put a slug in him
Duggin him and headin hoes off at the pass
up a can of kick ass
Toy wit me loyalty die blast

I roll wit straight mobsta
always carry beamers
And exercising trigger fingers on niggas who come us
Shockin' the wit young slingers
And we can't be defeated, even if you team us
Cause this game got my mod deranged if you in
Kamokaze like my nigga lo if we to you man
So to aim cause it ain't shit to explain
Shots to plenty of paper in the game
To us remain 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 gonna be the same we mob forever
And out shine all you ass niggas together

(as lib by stokes)