Luyện nghe bài hát True Loyalty

Unh, yeah, I like the way this feel right
Yo turn me up in the phones just a lil' bit, yeah

There ain't shit in this deeper than loyalty and love
(Except and love, between thugs)
For you, I pull up in the whip and spray the whole
(For you, I walk up close and lay a kid)

For you, there ain't a thing that I won't do
I'm a thug, this my way I show, my for you
(Nigga for you, I get the coke, I'ma turn it cash)
For you, if we go broke, we gon' rob a ass

(For you, if we get knocked, I'ma to take the weight
'Cause with a like yours dogg, you ain't stayin' upstate)
Nigga for you, I kill a whole crew
(Why?)
'Cause I know you'd do the same thing too

I ride, you for me
My enemies your
How you not love
A thug me?

Would you for me?
(You even got to ask)
you die for me?
(Nigga, they blast you, they me)
you cry for me?
(Shit, when I die I cry for me)
(Just keep reppin' for me)

Nigga, you for me?
(You ain't got to ask)
you die for me?
(Nigga, they blast you, they me)
you cry for me?
(Shit, when I die I cry for me)
(Just keep Southside for me)

Nigga, I'm the stem, you the
I'm the clip, you the gat
I'm the glock, you the mac
I'm the artist, you the

I'm a pen, you the pad
I'm the Dutch, you the bag
I'm the knife, you the
I'm the driver, you the Jag

I'm the ice, you the
I'm grimy, you
I'm the bow, you the
I'm the shell, you the

I'm a pimp, you a
I'm dope, you the
I'm a nine, me down
You the

you ride for me?
(You ain't got to ask)
you die for me?
(Nigga, they blast you, they me)
you cry for me?
(Shit, I die I don't cry for me)
(Just keep Southside for me)

Nigga, you for me?
(You ain't got to ask)
you die for me?
(Nigga, they you, they blast me)
you cry for me?
(Shit, I die I don't cry for me)
(Just keep Southside for me)

You can catch me in housing, wit' bundles of D
Or in the Santa mountains, bundled up to ski
Since, is money, I rhyme on the clock
And walk through the strip a nine in the ox

You seen the ice, you it's top notch
And when it comes to dice, I'm shorty to the shot box
stop, guns pop through your tank top
And leave you wet up a sonar range drop

When I grind, I wear the thing tomorrow
When you grind, it's time at the Apollo
Damn near every rapper gotta sixteen
Well my flows like a ho that's

I ran through niggas, niggas
They mad they see me in Cancun bitches
But I'm ghetto, straight the 'hood my nigga
If there's no I'ma use my finger

I got so many minks, and so many
The crib is surrounded by protesters
I'm a man, still livin' like I'm young
With the mind of an old man, full of

Here the come, task force van
Rock so much ice, I'm called Frost man
And while we sippin' on cris', you backwash man
Your team got heart, but heart's in my hand

You want sixteen bars, in format
Or sixteen cars on mom's doormat, wha