Luyện nghe bài hát Loyalty

an' Dre, uh
Terror Squad,
all gonna laugh 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
That means I own two joint an' two different labels
that pay me homage
Been in this game for nine
That's nine reasons why I'm expired the beefin'
Y'all is rappin' ass backwards

I twenty spots since beginnin' this rap shit
All yo papi lo que contigo
Mad 'cause I'm the only nigga reppin' our
When I came in this game, no one the job
All of a sudden, niggas like they wanna go hard

Spittin' 'bout the Squad, try an' shittin' the God
This ain't no 'Scarface' shit, up your kids in the car
An' you wanna act like you livin' a movie
I'll hit you with more shots than Lee got
In a of Fury'

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

Yo, yo, with comparison, the Geddy is God
'Cause even though you seen me
I been put in your hearts
An' I'm like a Mulo, it theme
Skip of your Coogi beam before you knew you were seen

Yeah, I'm nice an' I don't if you know
'Cause all you really need to is
How I'm rulin' with Joe
An' the streets is no place for bloomers
Just gangsta niggas, snakes an'
That meant to spread

Listen, I'm from the Bronx were the gun shoot
Front if you want but don't think we don't shoot
I'm what some might consider a
I move at night
Plus I'm the type to play a live close

I'm the ultimate, high consulted, vocalist
I write dope, spit dust an' shit cocoa
This is you dicks need to act, knowledge
Or get the smacked outta ya fat cabbage

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

My nine milly blaze an' hit hard Willy Mays
Since my kiddy
Grew up with thugs who really crazed
Ain't no silly games, right be the truth
150 proof, whoever, I'm to you

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

You're scared to death, don't me have to air at ya chest
Or ya flesh for actin' like I carin' whats left
Anyone can get it in a minute, give it some
I'm livin' this
Let my nine get in spine, sit an' recline

Get so mad, forget an'
So I can see I did again an' just slide
To the next level, hop on the an' just pedal
at your best rebel, who runnin' to test medal

Let me get settled, lay my mom down in game
For niggas refrain, I push 'em down in the train
it the same, my three cousins up in the Benz
Big, G Psycho an' E, y'all know 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 Armageddon an' your Joe, the God
Sunshine an' motherfuckin' Prospect
Straight out the

A forest, where kill for mil's an' they blast the steel
But I'm from murda Castle Hill
I got a big ass burner but 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 back an' aim for the cabbage
An' keep on 'til the bitch brain splatter
Aan' the won't matter when the crib's on fire
What you spit don't matter this bitch on fire
An' I won't rockin' 'til I retire
Any bitch is a goddamn liar

Yeah, uh, infamous Squad, nigga
Loyalty, does it mean to you
How a y'all niggas is loyal?
All Benedict Arnold niggas
sidin' niggas, ya heard?

Nigga, I throw this whole rap shit out the
In a sec, ya Joe Crack, the Don Diggler
The savior, Caesar, the streets is mine,
We ride, who wanna test the record launcher, ya see

Uh, haha, you, feedin' you, feedin' you
your move, baby, c'mon
Step up, baby, they're all laugh at ya
Woo, BX