Luyện nghe bài hát Loud & Clear

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

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

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

Sick of niggaz screamin' they hot but they not
you all to the ground like six L.A. cops
Put fist up in the air if you ever been shot
And lived to tell about it, leavin' home without it, c'mon

no one out there for us to fear
I'll say it loud and
(Yeah, we ain't of nothin' y'all motherfuckers)
Who can say close to us
Speak now and you'll be to tears

They probably saw me on the 91 East, off on Central
With the rag back, lookin' like life's so
Tela a loss, still floss, all bets
If Trife cover the house, call X

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

Guns fixed it, best not speak the Likwit we gifted
hours and still lifted
Bitch your vagina, we drunk and ain't interested
Bitches a dime and a dove, we ain't trippin' it

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

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

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

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

My grandfather Snake was a Jake, or a
Of a smack to a bird who know how to act
hustler, Mississippi moonshine smuggler
Good ol' wrangler in his day with that to fuck ya

Built to run forever, X the
First line of to smash through the immigrants
Can't the fence, it's all or nothin'
Close the curtain, down your whole production

Don't be scared, be prepared, niggaz do be
Without thinkin', I mastered the art of drinkin'
Yo, you wanna stop the X, try your
I'm still fuckin' with pockets like the IRS, so yo

There's no one out there for us to
I'll say it loud and
(Yeah, we ain't scared of a you motherfuckers)
Who can say close to us?
Speak now and you'll be to tears
(Front all the time, motherfuckers)

all around, to see
How we display our vicious
(You spinnin' after spinnin' after rhyme spinnin')
I seen and heard enough
Let's prove the West Coast is for

Speak now and be brought to tears