Luyện nghe bài hát Loyalty

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

Yeah, uh,
(Yo, oh, God)

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

Yo, uh, yo, me the JV artist
That I own two joint ventures an' two different labels
that pay me homage
Been in this game for nine
That's reasons why I'm expired the rhyme beefin'
niggas is rappin' ass backwards

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

Spittin' venom the Squad, try an' shittin' the God
This ain't no shit, blow up your kids in the car
An' since you wanna act like you livin' a
I'll hit you more shots than Bruce Lee got
In a 'Fist of

niggas, nothin' 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 with your moms
(Livin' with moms)
Blane nigga, better in your place
Keep talkin', a flame in your face, motherfucker

Yo, yo, this comparison, the Geddy is God
even though you never seen me
I been put fear in hearts
An' I'm like a Mulo, it theme
Skip bullets of your Coogi beam before you knew you seen

Yeah, I'm nice an' I care if you know
all you really need to understand is
How hard I'm with Joe
An' the streets is no for late bloomers
Just gangsta niggas, an' bitches
meant to spread rumors

Listen, I'm from the Bronx were the gun shoot
Front if you want but don't think we don't shoot
I'm what might consider a ghost
'Cause I move at
Plus I'm the to play a live nigga close

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

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

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

They 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 Iceberg
You look when the light turns

scared to death, don't make me have to air at ya chest
Or ya flesh for actin' like I carin' whats left
can get it in a minute, give it some time
I'm livin' 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 next level, hop on the bike an' just
Bustin' at your best rebel, who to test medal

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

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

A forest, they kill for mil's an' they blast the steel
But I'm murda murda Castle Hill
I got a big ass burner but I'll slash your
Yo' don't got no status, don't no static
They knew you was loco 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 splatter
Aan' the kids won't matter when the crib's on
What you spit don't matter 'cause this on fire
An' I stop rockin' 'til I retire
Any disagree is a goddamn liar

Yeah, uh, Terror Squad, nigga
Loyalty, what it mean to you
How many a y'all is loyal?
All these Arnold niggas
Switch niggas, ya heard?

Nigga, I throw this whole rap shit out the
In a sec, ya heard? Joe Crack, the Don
The savior, Caesar, the is mine, nigga
We ride, who wanna the record 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