Luyện nghe bài hát Loyalty

Saw a little motherfucker and was ready to bend
Left the mob for something petty but fetti got thin
Now you where you begin while I'm livin on ten
Got inns in a benz wit rims sippin on hen
Wit stokes, twist, and mayze you broke bitch I'm paid
Should of stayed but look at the cheddar you could have made
You started the mob thought you was harder than the mob
But no one motherfucker larger than this mob
Swear to god, for y'all c-wall ain't got
No only one that's gonna be on you side is this hot
For the dead and locked I'm my mob up
Cock and bust to all y'all die for crossin us

[liffy
I some bitch niggas amongst us, now they gone
And when you see me on the streets be strapped I'm at you dome
And that's wit or a mask on, cause i'ma blast on sight
Even if it's in traffic in daylight
The only way you if it don't spray right
But you out your death wish so if I you'll be facin barrels by midknight
And that's on these four fingers I high
Anybody who my mobsta family they die
I hollered at my boy james to bless me wit some mo'
A mobstaz to kill like stopping off of cocaine
I'm leavin out sweated no dynasty clicks crushin bitches wit
Nigga your songs ain't shit, they can't fade our skits eat a dick

Nigga the mob so what's up
In every retaliation gotta fuck 'em up
Nigga the mob so what's up
In every retaliation gotta get 'em up
Shit are y'all about ready to die for this fetti fuck that's petty
Down to do lets put in work
Stay together we rappin of slangin ye together
Get the paper but don't cross the mob and get hurt loyalty's

When everything was all good niggas threw the wall up
But when the shit hit the fan I watch you ball up
Now you time is all up, fuck who you up
My all bust, my killas all nuts
What the fuck you us, what you say about c-wall
Playa hatin how we ball, we'll be to see y'all
And you mob end up the same homie, put this pain on you
No my slugs got them thugs name on 'em
If he wit his kids I'm blow his on 'em, put the chains on 'em
Go insane on em', guess he done wit that work on em
Rain over, so respect my mob like royalty
'till I'm dead y'all hoes dred my love, life, and

When you come in a circle
No I'm hurt you
Cause the mob put me all of your loopholes
Cause the work you
Bust all of you and all of you hoes
When the bruh
Thugs betta run shit look at what want
See what done
When held the gun got you runnin a loved one
Thought you was to die but you been found to lie
So fuck you can't you, gotta bust you
Crush you now you can't hits and hustle
Try to flex your
But my criteria gotta comes yo strategies
Try to a mob out of peas
I can on you wit money-t and an amount of cheese
I had a lot of bud in 'em
I get mad at the 'em
out the stud in 'em
But I even studying
If again and it's on I put a slug in him
him dead and headin hoes off at the pass
Open up a can of ass
Toy wit me die quick blast

I wit straight mobsta leaners
always carry beamers
And exercising trigger fingers on niggas who between us
the world wit young slingers
And we can't be defeated, even if you team us
Cause this got my mod deranged if you in pain
like my nigga lo if we loose to you man
So ready to aim cause it ain't shit to
to exchange plenty of paper in the game
To help us remain on top of the world until we go
Doin our thang y'all niggas just hate and complain in vain
But it'ws still gonna be the same we mob forever
And out shine all you bitch ass together

(as lib by stokes)