Luyện nghe bài hát True Loyalty

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I ran niggas, dismantled niggas
mad 'cause they see me in Cancun bitches
But I'm ghetto, straight from the 'hood my
If there's no toothbrush I'ma use my

I got so minks, and so many leathers
The crib is surrounded by animal
I'm a grown man, still like I'm young
With the of an old man, full of wisdom

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

You want sixteen bars, in song
Or sixteen on your mom's doormat, wha