Luyện nghe bài hát Loyalty

an' Dre, uh
Terror Squad,
They're all gonna at ya, haha
They're all laugh at ya

Yeah, uh,
(Yo, oh, God)

(Feedin' you, you)
Yo
(Feedin' you, you)

Yo, uh, yo, me the JV artist
That means I own two ventures an' two different labels
Niggas pay me homage
in this game for nine seasons
That's reasons why I'm expired the rhyme beefin'
Y'all niggas is ass backwards

I left twenty spots since beginnin' rap shit
All yo papi lo que contigo
Mad I'm the only nigga reppin' our people
When I in this game, no one wanted the job
All of a sudden, niggas actin' they wanna go hard

Spittin' venom the Squad, try an' shittin' the God
This no 'Scarface' shit, blow up your kids in the car
An' since you wanna act you livin' a movie
hit you with more shots than Bruce Lee got
In a 'Fist of

Bitch niggas, but snitch niggas
Today you on my dick, tomorrow you on his
Got deported from the Squad, can't afford car
Where's your house at? I heard you're livin' your moms
(Livin' with moms)
Blane nigga, better in your place
Keep talkin', a flame in your face, motherfucker

Yo, yo, with comparison, the Geddy is God
'Cause even though you seen me
I put fear in your hearts
An' I'm smooth like a Mulo, it
Skip bullets of your Coogi beam before you you were seen

Yeah, I'm an' I don't care if you know
'Cause all you really need to is
How I'm rulin' with Joe
An' the is no place for late bloomers
Just niggas, snakes an' bitches
That to spread rumors

Listen, I'm from the were the gun shoot rabid
Front if you want but think we don't shoot rapids
I'm some might consider a ghost
'Cause I at night
Plus I'm the type to play a live close

I'm the ultimate, high consulted, rhyme
I dope, spit dust an' shit cocoa bricks
This is you dicks need to act, knowledge
Or get the shit smacked outta ya fat

Don't ask why we act
We just killas an'
Niggas wit mad talent that still dabble in
I only rap now to to the streets
They say the gotta feed 'em the beef
So we gonna feed 'em the

My milly blaze an' hit hard like Willy Mays
Since my kiddy
Grew up with thugs who were crazed
Ain't no games, right here be the truth
150 proof, whoever, I'm to you

call me Prospect, I'm one in a mil'
One of the real, I rap but I put a gun in your grill
I'm the reason why I catch you when car breezin' by
With your team
You look when the turns green

You're scared to death, make me have to air at ya chest
Or ya flesh for actin' like I carin' whats left
Anyone can get it in a minute, give it some
I'm this rhyme
Let my nine get in spine, sit an' recline

Get so mad, an' rewind
So I can see what I did again an' just
To the level, hop on the bike an' just pedal
Bustin' at your rebel, who runnin' to test medal

Let me get settled, lay my mom in this game
For niggas kinda refrain, I 'em down in the train
'Bout it the same, my three up in the Benz
Big, G Psycho an' E, y'all know what is

Yo, yo, it's the T E a R, a, a R, a O, R
So you know I gotta be that bitch Mar
With Armageddon an' nigga Joe, the God
Tony Sunshine an' Prospect
Straight out the

A forest, where they kill for mil's an' they the steel
But I'm from murda murda Castle
I got a big ass but I'll slash your grill
Yo' don't got no status, don't no static
They you was loco toto an' I don't no Spanish

All I know is how to back an' aim for the cabbage
An' keep on bustin' 'til the bitch brain
Aan' the won't matter when the crib's on fire
What you spit don't matter 'cause bitch on fire
An' I stop rockin' 'til I retire
Any bitch disagree is a goddamn

Yeah, uh, infamous Squad, nigga
Loyalty, does it mean to you
How a y'all niggas is loyal?
All these Arnold niggas
sidin' niggas, ya heard?

Nigga, I throw whole rap shit out the window
In a sec, ya heard? Joe Crack, the Don
The savior, Caesar, the streets is mine,
We ride, who wanna test the launcher, ya see 'em?

Uh, haha, you, feedin' you, feedin' you
your move, baby, c'mon
Step up, baby, they're all gonna at ya
Woo, BX