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 loyalty and love, thugs)
For you, I pull up in the and spray the whole strip
(For you, I walk up close and lay a kid)

For you, there a damn thing that I won't do
I'm a thug, my way I show, my love 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 to take the weight
'Cause with a record like dogg, you ain't stayin' upstate)
Nigga for you, I kill a goddamn crew
(Why?)
'Cause I know you'd do the same too haha

I ride, you for me
My your enemies
How could you not
A thug me?

Would you for me?
(You ain't 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 reppin' for me)

Nigga, you for me?
(You even got to ask)
you die for me?
(Nigga, they blast you, they me)
you cry for me?
(Shit, when I die I cry for me)
(Just keep reppin' 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, quiet me
You the

you ride for me?
(You ain't 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, 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 keep reppin' for me)

You can me in public housing, wit' bundles of D
Or in the Santa mountains, bundled up to ski
Since, time is money, I rhyme on the
And walk through the strip a nine in the ox

You seen the ice, you know top notch
And when it to dice, I'm seeing' shorty to the shot box
Banks stop, guns pop through tank top
And leave you wet up like a sonar drop

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

I ran through niggas, dismantled
They mad they see me in Cancun bitches
But I'm ghetto, from the 'hood my nigga
If there's no I'ma use my finger

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

Here the come, task force van
so much ice, I'm called Jack Frost man
And while we sippin' on cris', you backwash man
Your team got heart, but your in my hand

You sixteen bars, in song format
Or sixteen on your mom's doormat, wha