Luyện nghe bài hát Loyalty

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

[liffy
I smell some bitch niggas amongst us, now they
And when you see me on the streets be cause I'm at you dome
And that's wit or without a mask on, i'ma blast on sight
if it's in traffic in broad daylight
The only way you if it don't spray right
But you out your death wish so if I miss you'll be facin barrels by
And on these four fingers I hold high
Anybody who crosses my mobsta family die
I hollered at my boy james to bless me wit some mo'
A mobstaz hard to kill like stopping off of
I'm leavin out sweated no dynasty clicks bitches wit this
Nigga your songs ain't shit, they can't even fade our skits eat a

Nigga the mob so what's up
In destination retaliation gotta fuck 'em up
cross the mob so what's up
In every destination retaliation get 'em up
Shit are y'all about ready to die for this fuck everyting that's petty
to do dirt lets put in work
Stay whether we rappin of slangin ye together
Get the paper but don't cross the mob and get loyalty's first

When everything was all y'all niggas threw the wall up
But the shit hit the fan I watch you bitches ball up
Now you time is all up, who you call up
My all bust, my killas all nuts
the fuck you call us, what you say about c-wall
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 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 work range on em
Rain over, so nigga respect my mob royalty
'till I'm dead hoes dred my love, life, and loyalty

When you come in a circle
No I'm finna you
Cause the mob put me peeped all of your
the trigger work you
Bust all of you and all of you hoes
When the come
Thugs betta run shit look at what thugs
See drugs done
When the gun got you runnin from a loved one
you was down to die but you been found to lie
So fuck you can't you, gotta bust you
you now you can't lick hits and hustle
Try to flex muscle
But my criteria over comes yo strategies
Try to a mob out of peas
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 ain't even
If again and 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 quick

I roll wit straight leaners
That always beamers
And exercising trigger on niggas who come between us
Shockin' the world wit young
And we can't be defeated, even if you team us
this game got my mod deranged if you in pain
Kamokaze my nigga lo if we loose to you man
So ready to aim cause it ain't shit to
Shots to plenty of paper in the game
To help us remain on top of the world we go bang
our thang while y'all niggas just hate and complain in vain
But it'ws still gonna be the same we gonna mob
And out shine all you bitch ass together

(as lib by stokes)