Luyện nghe bài hát Loyalty

Saw a little motherfucker and y'all was to bend
the mob for something petty but then fetti got thin
Now you back where you begin I'm livin on ten
Got sittin in a benz wit rims sippin on hen
Wit stokes, twist, and mayze while you broke bitch I'm
Should of stayed but look at the cheddar you could have made
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 is this hot slug
For the and locked I'm throwin my mob up
Cock and bust to all bitches die for crossin us

[liffy
I smell some bitch amongst us, now they gone
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 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 four fingers I hold high
who crosses my mobsta family they die
I hollered at my boy james to bless me wit mo' thangs
A mobstaz hard to kill stopping off of cocaine
I'm leavin out sweated no dynasty clicks crushin bitches wit
Nigga your songs ain't shit, they even fade our skits eat a dick

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

When everything was all good y'all niggas 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 all bust, my killas all nuts
What the fuck you us, what you say about c-wall
Playa hatin how we ball, nigga be to see y'all
And you mob gonna end up the homie, put this pain on you
No love my got them thugs name on 'em
If he wit his kids I'm blow his brains on 'em, put the on 'em
Go insane on em', guess he done wit work range on em
Rain over, so nigga respect my mob like
I'm dead y'all hoes dred my love, life, and loyalty

When you come strapped in a
No I'm finna you
Cause the mob put me all of your loopholes
Cause the trigger you
Bust all of you bitches and all of you
When the come
Thugs betta run shit look at thugs want
See what drugs
When held the gun got you from a loved one
you was down to die but you been found to lie
So fuck you can't trust you, bust you
Crush you now you can't lick hits and
Try to flex muscle
But my criteria gotta over comes yo
Try to a mob out of peas
I can ride on you wit money-t and an amount of
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 again and on I just put a slug in him
Duggin him dead and headin off at the pass
up a can of kick ass
Toy wit me loyalty die blast

I roll wit straight leaners
That always beamers
And trigger fingers on niggas who come between us
Shockin' the world wit young
And we be defeated, even if you triple team us
Cause this game got my mod deranged if you in
Kamokaze my nigga lo if we loose to you man
So ready to aim cause it shit to explain
Shots to exchange plenty of in the game
To us remain on top of the world until we go bang
Doin our thang while y'all niggas just hate and complain in
But it'ws still gonna be the same we gonna mob
And out all you bitch ass niggas together

(as lib by stokes)