Luyện nghe bài hát Loyalty

Saw a motherfucker and y'all was ready to bend
Left the mob for something petty but fetti got thin
Now you back where you begin I'm livin on ten
Got inns sittin in a benz wit rims on hen
Wit stokes, twist, and mayze you broke bitch I'm paid
Should of stayed but betrayed look at the cheddar you could have
You started with the mob thought you was than the mob
But ain't no one motherfucker larger this mob
Swear to god, for y'all ain't got love
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 die for crossin us

[liffy
I smell some bitch niggas amongst us, now they
And when you see me on the streets be cause I'm at you dome
And that's wit or without a mask on, cause i'ma on sight
Even if it's in traffic in broad
The only way you live if it don't spray
But you out your death so if I miss you'll be facin barrels by midknight
And that's on four fingers I hold high
Anybody who crosses my family they die
I hollered at my boy james to bless me wit mo' thangs
A mobstaz hard to like stopping off of cocaine
I'm leavin out no dynasty clicks crushin bitches wit this
Nigga your ain't shit, they can't even fade our skits eat a dick

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

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

When you come in a circle
No I'm hurt you
the mob put me peeped all of your loopholes
Cause the trigger you
Bust all of you bitches and all of you
When the come
Thugs betta run shit at what thugs want
See drugs done
When the gun got you runnin from a loved one
Thought you was down to die but you been to lie
So fuck you can't trust you, bust you
Crush you now you can't lick and hustle
Try to flex muscle
But my criteria gotta over yo strategies
Try to make a mob out of
I can ride on you wit money-t and an of cheese
I had a lot of bud in 'em
I get mad at the 'em
Whippin out the in 'em
But I ain't 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 roll wit straight 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 triple us
Cause this game got my mod if you in pain
like my nigga lo if we loose to you man
So to aim cause it ain't shit to explain
to exchange 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 gonna be the same we gonna mob forever
And out shine all you bitch ass niggas

(as lib by stokes)