Luyện nghe bài hát True Loyalty

Unh, yeah, I like the way this feel here
Yo turn me up in the head phones just a lil' bit,

There ain't shit in this deeper than loyalty and love
(Except loyalty and love, thugs)
For you, I pull up in the whip and spray the strip
(For you, I walk up close and lay a kid)

For you, there a damn thing that I won't do
I'm a thug, my way I show, my love for you
(Nigga for you, I get the coke, I'ma turn it cash)
For you, if we go broke, we gon' rob a ass

(For you, if we get knocked, have to take the weight
'Cause with a record yours dogg, you ain't stayin' upstate)
Nigga for you, I kill a goddamn crew
(Why?)
I know you'd do the same thing too haha

I ride, you for me
My enemies enemies
How you not love
A thug me?

Would you for me?
(You even got to ask)
you die for me?
(Nigga, blast you, they blast me)
you cry for me?
(Shit, when I die I cry for me)
(Just keep reppin' for me)

Nigga, you for me?
(You ain't got to ask)
you die for me?
(Nigga, they blast you, they me)
you cry for me?
(Shit, when I die I cry for me)
(Just keep reppin' for me)

Nigga, I'm the stem, you the
I'm the clip, you the gat
I'm the glock, you the mac
I'm the artist, you the

I'm a pen, you the pad
I'm the Dutch, you the bag
I'm the knife, you the
I'm the driver, you the Jag

I'm the ice, you the
I'm grimy, you
I'm the bow, you the
I'm the shell, you the

I'm a pimp, you a
I'm dope, you the
I'm a nine, me down
You the

Would you for me?
(You ain't got to ask)
you die for me?
(Nigga, blast you, they blast me)
you cry for me?
(Shit, I die I don't cry for me)
(Just reppin' Southside for me)

Nigga, you for me?
(You even got to ask)
you die for me?
(Nigga, they blast you, blast me)
you cry for me?
(Shit, I die I don't cry for me)
(Just keep Southside for me)

You can me in public housing, wit' bundles of D
Or in the Santa mountains, bundled up to ski
Since, time is money, I on the clock
And walk through the strip a nine in the ox

You seen the ice, you it's top notch
And it comes to dice, I'm seeing' shorty to the shot box
stop, guns pop through your tank top
And you wet up like a sonar range drop

When I grind, I wear the thing tomorrow
you grind, it's Show time at the Apollo
Damn every rapper gotta hide sixteen
Well my like a ho that's sixteen

I ran through niggas, dismantled
mad 'cause they see me in Cancun bitches
But I'm ghetto, straight from the 'hood my
If no toothbrush I'ma use my finger

I got so many minks, and so many
The is surrounded by animal protesters
I'm a grown man, still like I'm young
the mind of an old man, full of wisdom

Here the cops come, force van
Rock so ice, I'm called Jack Frost man
And while we sippin' on cris', you backwash man
Your got heart, but your heart's in my hand

You want sixteen bars, in format
Or sixteen on your mom's doormat, wha