Luyện nghe bài hát Loud & Clear

Yeah, addicted to life, had to pay a price
worth waitin' on the platinum and ice
I'm with the merchandise, came back like Christ
To change the game, y'all niggaz remain the same

the lane, comin' through like Kobe, you can't hold me
You can't stop me, ever since I dropped
I done watched the game unfold into hideous shit
Like every that can spit be droppin' a hit

I transmit for the convicts, committed, bullshitted
Shadowbox, detox, my own worse
It's like to squeeze water from rocks
I negotiate the stops and clean your clock with a glock

Sick of screamin' they hot but really they not
Beatin' you all to the ground six L.A. cops
Put your fist up in the air if you been shot
And lived to tell about it, never home without it, c'mon

There's no one out there for us to
I'll say it loud and
(Yeah, we scared of nothin' y'all motherfuckers)
Who can say they're to us
Speak now and you'll be brought to

They probably saw me on the 91 East, off on Central
With the rag back, like life's so simple
Tela take a loss, still floss, all
If Trife can't cover the house, X

Likwit brothers, Blues Brothers
somethin', make killers do somethin', f'real
The bitch made politic with the skill
Now all twisted, unlisted

fixed it, best not speak about the Likwit we gifted
Twenty-four hours and lifted
keep your vagina, we drunk and ain't interested
Bitches come a and a dove, we ain't trippin' it

at the bar, soft-styled in the cut
"Ooh, boo wait, I you had too much"
Bitch what? Act and pour it in a cup
The West and Eastside smokin' them blunts, niggaz

get with it, I was born to trip
Stay on the lookout, ain't no time to
We for games and shit
Change spot 'cause we're known to dip

No for chasin' hoes
I'm on a mission my cash is low
There's no to speak on those
rags are the gangsta's clothes

There's two sides of my family, both sides the ghetto
Pops Finnish chocolate, moms yellow
Caramel, black man, with a pedigree of excellence
we rise, no time for separateness

My grandfather Snake was a Jake, or a
Of a smack to a who don't know how to act
Straight hustler, moonshine smuggler
Good ol' in his day with that attitude to fuck ya

Built to run forever, X the
First line of defense to through the immigrants
straddle the fence, it's all or nothin'
Close the curtain, shut down whole production

Don't be scared, be prepared, do be bustin'
Without thinkin', I the art of hard drinkin'
Yo, you wanna stop the X, try best
I'm fuckin' with your pockets like the IRS, so yo

no one out there for us to fear
I'll say it and clear
(Yeah, we ain't of none a you motherfuckers)
Who can say close to us?
now and you'll be brought to tears
(Front all the time, motherfuckers)

all around, to see
How we display our skills
(You guys after spinnin' after rhyme spinnin')
I done seen and heard
Let's the West Coast is for real

Speak now and you'll be brought to