Luyện nghe bài hát Loyalty

Saw a little motherfucker and y'all was ready to
Left the mob for something petty but then fetti got
Now you back where you begin while I'm on ten
Got inns sittin in a benz wit sippin on hen
Wit stokes, twist, and mayze while you broke I'm paid
Should of stayed but look at the cheddar you could have made
You started with the mob thought you was harder the mob
But no one motherfucker larger than this mob
Swear to god, for y'all ain't got love
No only one that's gonna be on you side is this hot
For the and locked I'm throwin my mob up
Cock and bust to all y'all bitches die for us

stokes]
I smell some bitch amongst us, now they gone
And when you see me on the be strapped cause I'm at you dome
And that's wit or a mask on, cause i'ma blast 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 wish so if I 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 some mo'
A hard to kill like stopping off of cocaine
I'm leavin out sweated no dynasty clicks bitches wit this
Nigga your songs ain't shit, can't even fade our skits eat a dick

Nigga the mob so what's up
In every destination retaliation fuck 'em up
Nigga cross the mob so up
In destination retaliation gotta get 'em up
Shit are y'all about ready to die for this fetti fuck everyting petty
to do dirt lets put in work
Stay together whether we rappin of ye together
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 hit the fan I watch you bitches ball up
Now you is all up, fuck who you call up
My niggas all bust, my killas all
What the fuck you call us, what you say about
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 slugs got 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 finna you
Cause the mob put me peeped all of loopholes
Cause the work you
Bust all of you bitches and all of you
the bruh come
Thugs betta run look at what thugs want
See drugs done
When held the gun got you runnin a loved one
you was down to die but you been found to lie
So fuck you trust you, gotta bust you
you now you can't lick hits and hustle
Try to flex muscle
But my criteria gotta comes yo strategies
Try to make a mob out of
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 even studying
If again and on I just put a slug in him
Duggin him dead and hoes off at the pass
up a can of kick ass
Toy wit me loyalty die blast

I roll wit straight mobsta
That carry beamers
And trigger fingers on niggas who come between us
Shockin' the wit young slingers
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 to aim cause it ain't shit to explain
Shots to plenty of paper in the game
To us remain on top of the world until we go bang
our thang while y'all niggas just hate and complain in vain
But it'ws still be the same we gonna mob forever
And out shine all you ass niggas together

(as lib by stokes)