Luyện nghe bài hát True Loyalty

Unh, yeah, I like the way this right here
Yo turn me up in the head phones 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 and spray the whole strip
(For you, I up close and lay a nigga's 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 it into cash)
For you, if we go broke, we gon' rob a ass

(For you, if we get knocked, I'ma have to take the
'Cause with a record 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 like 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, I die I don't cry for me)
(Just keep 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 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, me down
You the

Would you for me?
(You even got to ask)
you die for me?
(Nigga, they blast you, 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 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 reppin' for me)

You can me in public housing, wit' bundles of D
Or in the Santa Monica mountains, up to ski
Since, time is money, I rhyme on the
And walk through the strip with a 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
Banks stop, guns pop your tank top
And you wet up like a sonar range drop

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

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

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

Here the cops come, task van
Rock so much ice, I'm called Jack 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 sixteen on your mom's doormat, wha