Luyện nghe bài hát Loud & Clear

Yeah, addicted to life, had to pay a price
Sacrifice waitin' on the platinum and ice
I'm precise with the merchandise, came like Christ
To the game, while y'all niggaz remain the same

Clear the lane, through like Kobe, you can't hold me
You stop me, ever 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, bullshitted
Shadowbox, detox, my own worse
like tryin' to squeeze water from rocks
I negotiate the neighborhood stops and your clock with a glock

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

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

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

Likwit brothers, Blues Brothers
Move somethin', make do somethin', f'real
The bitch made often politic with the
Now all twisted, unlisted

Guns fixed it, best not speak about the Likwit we
Twenty-four hours and still
Bitch keep your vagina, we and ain't interested
Bitches a dime and a dove, we ain't trippin' it

at the bar, soft-styled in the cut
"Ooh, boo wait, I you had too much"
Bitch Act right and pour it in a cup
The and Eastside keep smokin' them blunts, niggaz

Let's get with it, I was born to
Stay on the lookout, ain't no to slip
We for games and shit
Change your spot we're known to dip

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

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

My grandfather 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 attitude to fuck ya

to run forever, X the infinite
First line of defense to smash through the
straddle the fence, it's all or nothin'
Close the curtain, shut your whole production

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

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

all around, to see
How we our vicious skills
(You guys spinnin' after spinnin' rhyme spinnin')
I done seen and enough
prove the West Coast is for real

Speak now and you'll be brought to