Luyện nghe bài hát Loud & Clear

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

Clear the lane, comin' through like Kobe, you can't me
You stop me, ever since I dropped 'Paparazzi'
I done the game unfold into some hideous shit
Like idiot that can spit be droppin' a hit

I transmit for the convicts, committed, bullshitted
Shadowbox, detox, my own critic
It's like tryin' to squeeze from rocks
I negotiate the neighborhood stops and clean clock with a glock

of niggaz screamin' they hot but really they not
Beatin' you all to the like six L.A. cops
Put your fist up in the air if you been shot
And lived to tell about it, never leavin' home 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 they're to us
Speak now and you'll be brought to

They probably saw me on the 91 East, gettin' off on
the rag back, lookin' like life's so simple
Tela a loss, still floss, all bets
If can't cover the house, call X

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

Guns it, best not speak about the Likwit we gifted
Twenty-four and still lifted
Bitch keep your vagina, we drunk and ain't
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 what? Act right and it in a cup
The West and Eastside keep smokin' blunts, niggaz

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

No time for hoes
I'm on a mission 'cause my is low
There's no need to speak on
Doggy rags are the clothes

There's two sides of my family, both sides from the
Finnish chocolate, moms Mississippi yellow
Caramel, Cherokee black man, with a of excellence
we rise, no time for separateness

My grandfather Snake was a Jake, or a
Of a smack to a bird who don't how to act
hustler, Mississippi moonshine smuggler
Good ol' wrangler in his day with that to fuck ya

Built to run forever, X the
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, niggaz do be
Without thinkin', I the art of hard drinkin'
Yo, you wanna stop the X, try your
I'm still fuckin' with pockets like the IRS, so yo

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

all around, to see
How we display our skills
(You guys after spinnin' after rhyme spinnin')
I done and heard enough
Let's prove the West Coast is for

Speak now and you'll be brought to