Luyện nghe bài hát Loyalty

an' Dre, uh
Terror Squad,
They're all laugh at ya, haha
They're all laugh at ya

Yeah, uh,
(Yo, oh, God)

(Feedin' you, you)
Yo
(Feedin' you, you)

Yo, uh, yo, me the JV artist
That means I own two joint an' two different labels
Niggas pay me homage
Been in this for nine seasons
That's nine why I'm expired the rhyme beefin'
Y'all is rappin' ass backwards

I twenty spots since beginnin' this rap shit
All yo papi lo que pasa
Mad 'cause I'm the nigga reppin' our people
I came in this game, no one wanted the job
All of a sudden, niggas like they wanna go hard

Spittin' venom the Squad, try an' shittin' the God
This no 'Scarface' shit, blow up your kids in the car
An' since you wanna act you livin' a movie
I'll hit you with more shots Bruce Lee got
In a of Fury'

Bitch niggas, nothin' but niggas
Today you on my dick, you on his nigga
Got deported from the Squad, can't afford car
Where's your house at? I heard you're livin' your moms
(Livin' your moms)
Blane nigga, better stay in place
Keep talkin', a flame in your face, motherfucker

Yo, yo, this comparison, the Geddy is God
'Cause though you never seen me
I been put in your hearts
An' I'm like a Mulo, it theme
Skip bullets of your beam before you knew you were seen

Yeah, I'm nice an' I care if you know
'Cause all you need to understand is
How hard I'm with Joe
An' the streets is no place for bloomers
Just gangsta niggas, an' bitches
That meant to rumors

Listen, I'm from the Bronx were the gun shoot
Front if you want but don't we don't shoot rapids
I'm some might consider a ghost
'Cause I at night
Plus I'm the to play a live nigga close

I'm the ultimate, high consulted, rhyme
I write dope, spit dust an' cocoa bricks
is what you dicks need to act, knowledge
Or get the shit smacked outta ya fat

ask why we act violent
We just killas an'
wit mad talent that still dabble in drugs
I only rap now to speak to the
They say the Squad feed 'em the beef
So we gonna 'em the beef

My nine milly blaze an' hit like Willy Mays
my kiddy days
Grew up with who were really crazed
Ain't no silly games, right be the truth
150 proof, whoever, I'm to you

call me Prospect, I'm one in a mil'
One of the real, I rap but I put a gun in your grill
I'm the why I catch you when your car breezin' by
With your Iceberg
You look the light turns green

You're scared to death, don't make me to air at ya chest
Or tear ya flesh for actin' like I whats left
can get it in a minute, give it some time
I'm livin' rhyme
Let my nine get in spine, sit an' recline

Get so mad, an' rewind
So I can see I did again an' just slide
To the next level, hop on the an' just pedal
at your best rebel, who runnin' to test medal

Let me get settled, lay my mom down in game
For kinda refrain, I push 'em down in the train
it the same, my three cousins up in the Benz
Big, G Psycho an' E, y'all know this is

Yo, yo, the T E a R, a, a R, a O, R Squad
So you know I gotta be that bitch Mar
Armageddon an' your nigga Joe, the God
Tony Sunshine an' Prospect
Straight out the

A forest, where they kill for mil's an' they the steel
But I'm murda murda Castle Hill
I got a big ass burner but I'll your grill
Yo' don't got no status, don't no static
They knew you was toto an' I don't no Spanish

All I is how to cock back an' aim for the cabbage
An' keep on bustin' 'til the bitch brain
Aan' the won't matter when the crib's on fire
What you spit matter 'cause this bitch on fire
An' I stop rockin' 'til I retire
Any bitch is a goddamn liar

Yeah, uh, Terror Squad, nigga
Loyalty, what does it to you
How many a y'all niggas is
All these Benedict Arnold
Switch niggas, ya heard?

Nigga, I this whole rap shit out the window
In a sec, ya heard? Joe Crack, the Don
The savior, Caesar, the is mine, nigga
We ride, who test the record launcher, ya see 'em?

Uh, haha, feedin' you, feedin' you, you
Make your move, baby,
Step up, baby, all gonna laugh at ya
Woo, BX