Luyện nghe bài hát Loyalty

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

Yeah, uh,
(Yo, oh, God)

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

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

I left twenty since beginnin' this rap shit
All yo papi lo que contigo
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' 'bout the Squad, try an' shittin' the God
This ain't no shit, blow up your kids in the car
An' since you wanna act you livin' a movie
I'll hit you with more shots than Lee got
In a 'Fist of

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

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

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

Listen, I'm from the were the gun shoot rabid
Front if you want but don't think we don't rapids
I'm what some consider a ghost
I move at night
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 need to act,
Or get the smacked outta ya fat cabbage

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

My nine blaze an' hit hard like Willy Mays
Since my kiddy
Grew up with thugs who were crazed
no silly games, right here be the truth
150 proof, whoever, I'm to you

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

You're scared to death, don't make me to air at ya chest
Or tear ya flesh for actin' like I carin' whats
Anyone can get it in a minute, it some time
I'm this rhyme
Let my get in your spine, sit an' recline

Get so mad, forget an'
So I can see what I did an' just slide
To the next level, hop on the bike an' just
at your best 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 cousins up in the Benz
Big, G an' E, y'all know what this is

Yo, yo, the T E a R, a, a R, a O, R Squad
So you know I gotta be that Remy Mar
With an' your nigga Joe, the God
Tony Sunshine an' motherfuckin'
out the projects

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

All I know is how to cock back an' aim for the
An' keep on bustin' 'til the bitch brain
Aan' the kids won't matter when the crib's on
What you spit don't matter this bitch on fire
An' I won't stop rockin' 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 streets is mine,
We ride, who wanna test the record launcher, ya see

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