Luyện nghe bài hát Loyalty

Saw a little motherfucker and y'all was to bend
Left the mob for petty but then fetti got thin
Now you back you begin while I'm livin on ten
Got inns sittin in a benz wit rims on hen
Wit stokes, twist, and mayze while you bitch I'm paid
Should of stayed but betrayed look at the cheddar you could have
You started with the mob thought you was harder the mob
But ain't no one motherfucker larger this mob
Swear to god, for y'all c-wall ain't got
No only one that's be on you side is this hot slug
For the dead and I'm throwin my mob up
Cock and bust to all y'all die for crossin 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 without a mask on, cause i'ma on sight
Even if it's in traffic in broad
The only way you live if it don't right
But you out your death wish so if I miss be facin barrels by midknight
And that's on these fingers I hold high
Anybody who crosses my mobsta family die
I hollered at my boy james to bless me wit mo' thangs
A hard to kill like stopping off of cocaine
I'm leavin out sweated no clicks crushin bitches wit this
Nigga your songs ain't shit, they can't even fade our skits eat a

Nigga cross the mob so up
In every destination retaliation fuck 'em up
Nigga the mob so what's up
In every destination gotta get 'em up
Shit are y'all about ready to die for this fetti fuck that's petty
Down to do dirt 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 y'all niggas threw the wall up
But when the shit hit the fan I watch you bitches up
Now you is all up, fuck who you call up
My niggas all bust, my all nuts
What the fuck you call us, what you say about
Playa hatin how we ball, nigga we'll be to see
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 kids I'm blow his brains on 'em, put the on 'em
Go insane on em', guess he wit that 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 strapped in a circle
No I'm hurt 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 come
Thugs betta run shit look at what thugs
See what done
When held the gun got you runnin from a one
Thought you was down to die but you found to lie
So you can't trust you, gotta bust you
you now you can't lick hits and hustle
Try to flex muscle
But my criteria gotta over comes yo
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
Whippin out the in 'em
But I ain't studying
If and it's on I just put a slug in him
Duggin him dead and headin off at the pass
up a can of kick ass
Toy wit me loyalty die quick

I wit straight mobsta leaners
That always beamers
And exercising trigger fingers on niggas who come us
the world wit young slingers
And we can't be defeated, if you triple team us
Cause game got my mod deranged if you in pain
Kamokaze like my nigga lo if we to you man
So ready to aim cause it shit to explain
Shots to 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 still gonna be the same we gonna mob forever
And out shine all you ass niggas together

(as lib by stokes)