Luyện nghe bài hát Loyalty

Whoa! Yeah! Ahh! (Mutha'Fucka's think know us)
G-g-g-g Guess whos D-Twizze!, O-Twizzie!
Doc-Twizzie!, Shady-Twizzie!, Aftermath!
Fiftycent!, G Unit!, we go!, Free Yayo!
Mutha'fucka!, Benzino!, They don't we finna' blow!
Someone tell them so. . .

McVay]
You don't me, McVay and I doubt if you me
Why would I give a fuck about you if we family?
I roll a chosen few, and those of you that's behind me
Witness the most potest' furocious *****s that
These bitches turn they back on you, actin' like they ain't did
When you rappin' never mix bussiness up your friendship
If you lackin' up in this jungle, then you breathe fo'?
*****s's don't love you, you got habits of breaking codes
Far as static, I automaticly get
When i'm after people, then explode you bitches with C-4
These hoe's, have no insurance, get repo'
Making you vanish even we ain't got our heat close
Keepin' .44's where you're hoes are swallowing deep
If you owe me dough then you know you asleep, close
*****'s pupils that's what I do, i'm will shoot you
'cause' i'm coo-coo, But I don't think can take in heat tho'

x2]

[Kon
See i'm a man, and a man gon' do what he do
And he really family if he ain't loyal to you
If they was really then they would do what we do
And be to crew and crew was loyal to you

I give a fuck, i'm quick to blaze chronic
Smoke on so green, use twelves and supa-sonic
Bizarre pack guns and knives, put to dick to 'Nuns and
Now who the fuck want to
nobody fucking with me, Ain't nobody fucking with the D'
They get like a M-P
You about Bizarre taking all them drugs
You heard about Proof in the clubs
You heard that nine that Eminem packs
You diss us, you get you're face cracked
I'm from 7 Mile and stout, shoot up you're house
Next day, pee in you're mouth. .

[Obie
Aiyyo, first, all the bullshit second
I showed you on the record, Cheers to who it
Most of *****s neglect it
Even though it's a method
>From the hectic that you slept in
You wanna' be an
when the weapon is leaving you're half stepping
With 'caine in you're left hand
Obie from a section stain up you're flesh and
Have you on bare
you're affection for streets
D-Twizzie no
One of the best groups that it
And Obie is their
Lil' homey that know sowly loyalty is reckin'
fo' life, Obie Trice is second. .

x2]

Which one of you *****s wanna' be ?boltion? heads
When I got a for clappin'. . .with one hand
on my roster this mobster's in dump land
Send a gangsta to sleep two by two bunk beds
Never leave the crib without packing my black
On some T. Ali rapper to a have murda
Incorporated, Hitman Herry is at service
Reach for me one gain' and thats closed
For life as D12, no ice and
night that I chill in, I fight by free-will
Knowing I can be
Leaving my group, pieces of with a reason to shoot
And a to ill
We lost Bugz and be damed if we loose another man from our clan
forcing our hand
Estorting you're family, i'll torture granny
For my *****'s, i'm on you're porch with a 'Cammy

x2]

[Kuniva + Kon
Yo its funny how get caught along (and get bombed on)
Knocking teeth in back of you're (and break you're jaw bone)
(I'm on shit) these *****s is bitch
me a cigarrete quick (shit is finna' get thick)
Yo' man i'll get split (by a brutal and hit)
With identical dent (or bullets identical prints)
I'm wishing you if (you you're Lutenints a snitch)
You teminant fick (and we you ain't finna' do shit)
I'll stick with my clique (The Kon Artis Artist)
The Rida' (Shooting through you're fucking Long John garmets)
Dirty Dozen (We in the street)
Unbelivable heat, we'll lay you out infront of the chief of police

x2]

[Kon
Yeah!
D12, Dirty
but family up in this muthafucka'
Loyal to that we do
You ain't neva' gonna' none of us slippin by ourself
''cause we always
You know what i'm . .
Y'all *****s don't what family means
Bugz over our ass
Thats why we alive know
Knocking yall outta the clubs and shit
Haha! Av. Baby!
Records!
Where yo' at *****?