Luyện nghe bài hát True Loyalty

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

There shit in this world deeper than loyalty and love
(Except and love, between thugs)
For you, I pull up in the whip and the whole strip
(For you, I up close and lay a nigga's kid)

For you, ain't a damn 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 rob a nigga ass

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

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

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

you ride 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 you, they 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 mountains, bundled up to ski
Since, time is money, I on the clock
And walk the strip with a nine in the ox

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

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

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

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

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

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