Luyện nghe bài hát Loud & Clear

Yeah, to life, had to pay a heavy-ass price
worth waitin' on the platinum and ice
I'm precise with the merchandise, back like Christ
To change the game, while y'all niggaz remain the

Clear the lane, comin' through like Kobe, you can't me
You can't me, ever since I dropped 'Paparazzi'
I done watched the game unfold into some shit
every idiot that can spit be droppin' a hit

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

Sick of niggaz screamin' they hot but really 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 leavin' home it, c'mon

There's no one out for us to fear
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, gettin' off on
With the rag back, like life's so simple
take a loss, still floss, all bets
If Trife can't the house, call X

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

Guns fixed it, best not speak about the we gifted
Twenty-four hours and still
Bitch your vagina, we drunk and ain't interested
Bitches come a dime and a dove, we ain't it

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

Let's get with it, I was to trip
on the lookout, ain't no time to slip
We for games and shit
Change your spot 'cause known to dip

No time for hoes
I'm on a mission my cash is low
There's no need to on those
Doggy rags are the clothes

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

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

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

be scared, be prepared, niggaz do be bustin'
Without thinkin', I mastered the art of hard
Yo, you wanna stop the X, try best
I'm still fuckin' 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 scared of a you motherfuckers)
Who can say they're to us?
Speak now and you'll be brought to
(Front all the time, motherfuckers)

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

Speak now and you'll be to tears