Luyện nghe bài hát Loud & Clear

Yeah, addicted to life, had to pay a heavy-ass
worth waitin' on the platinum and ice
I'm precise the merchandise, came back like Christ
To change the game, y'all niggaz remain the same

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

I transmit for the convicts, committed, never
Shadowbox, detox, my own worse
It's like tryin' to squeeze from rocks
I negotiate the neighborhood stops and your clock with a glock

of niggaz screamin' they hot but really they not
Beatin' you all to the ground six L.A. cops
Put your fist up in the air if you been shot
And lived to tell about it, never home without it, c'mon

There's no one out there for us to
I'll say it and clear
(Yeah, we scared of nothin' y'all motherfuckers)
Who can say close to us
now and you'll be brought to tears

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

Likwit brothers, Blues Brothers
somethin', make killers do somethin', f'real
The bitch often politic with the skill
Now shit's all twisted,

Guns fixed it, best not about the Likwit we gifted
hours and still lifted
Bitch keep your vagina, we and ain't interested
come 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 what? Act right and it in a cup
The West and Eastside smokin' them blunts, niggaz

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

No for chasin' hoes
I'm on a mission my cash is low
There's no need to speak on
Doggy rags are the clothes

There's two sides of my family, both sides the ghetto
Finnish chocolate, moms Mississippi yellow
Caramel, Cherokee black man, with a of excellence
Together we rise, no for separateness

My Snake was a Jake, or a Jack
Of a smack to a who don't know how to act
Straight hustler, Mississippi smuggler
Good ol' wrangler in his day with that attitude to ya

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

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

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

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

now and you'll be brought to tears