Luyện nghe bài hát Loyalty

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

stokes]
I smell bitch niggas amongst us, now they gone
And when you see me on the be strapped cause 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 live if it spray right
But you out death wish so if I miss you'll be facin barrels by midknight
And that's on these four fingers I high
who crosses my mobsta family they die
I hollered at my boy james to me wit some mo' thangs
A mobstaz hard to kill stopping off of cocaine
I'm leavin out sweated no dynasty crushin bitches wit this
Nigga your songs ain't shit, they can't fade our skits eat a dick

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

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

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

I wit straight mobsta leaners
always carry beamers
And exercising fingers on niggas who come between us
Shockin' the world wit slingers
And we can't be defeated, if you triple team us
Cause this game got my mod if you in pain
like my nigga lo if we loose to you man
So ready to aim cause it shit to explain
Shots to plenty of paper in the game
To help us remain on top of the world we go bang
our thang while 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 ass niggas together

(as lib by stokes)