Luyện nghe bài hát Loyalty

Saw a little motherfucker and y'all was to bend
Left the mob for petty but then fetti got thin
Now you back where you begin I'm livin on ten
Got inns sittin in a wit rims sippin on hen
Wit stokes, twist, and while you broke bitch I'm paid
Should of but betrayed look at the cheddar you could have made
You started with the mob you was harder than the mob
But ain't no one motherfucker larger this mob
to god, for y'all c-wall ain't got love
No only one that's gonna be on you is this hot slug
For the dead and I'm throwin my mob up
Cock and to all y'all bitches die for crossin us

[liffy
I smell some bitch niggas amongst us, now they
And when you see me on the streets be strapped cause I'm at you
And that's wit or without a mask on, cause blast on sight
if it's in traffic in broad daylight
The only way you live if it don't spray
But you out your wish so if I miss you'll be facin barrels by midknight
And on these four fingers I hold high
who crosses my mobsta family they die
I hollered at my boy james to me wit some mo' thangs
A mobstaz hard to kill like off of cocaine
I'm leavin out sweated no dynasty clicks crushin wit this
Nigga your songs ain't shit, they can't fade our skits eat a dick

Nigga cross the mob so up
In every destination retaliation gotta 'em up
Nigga cross the mob so up
In every destination gotta get 'em up
Shit are y'all about ready to die for this fuck everyting that's petty
to do dirt lets put in work
Stay together whether we rappin of ye together
Get the paper but don't the mob and get hurt loyalty's first

When everything was all y'all niggas threw the wall up
But when the shit hit the fan I watch you bitches up
Now you is all up, fuck who you call up
My all bust, my killas all nuts
the fuck you call us, what you say about c-wall
Playa hatin how we ball, nigga be to see y'all
And you mob gonna end up the same homie, put pain on you
No my slugs got them thugs name on 'em
If he wit his kids I'm blow his 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 dead y'all dred my love, life, and loyalty

When you strapped in a circle
No I'm hurt you
Cause the mob put me peeped all of your
the trigger work you
Bust all of you bitches and all of you
the bruh come
Thugs betta run shit look at what thugs
See what done
When held the gun got you from a loved one
Thought you was to die but you been found to lie
So you can't trust you, gotta bust you
you now you can't lick hits and hustle
Try to flex your
But my criteria over comes yo strategies
Try to make a mob out of
I can on you wit money-t and an amount of cheese
I had a lot of bud in 'em
I get mad at the 'em
out the stud in 'em
But I ain't studying
If again and it's on I put a slug in him
Duggin him and headin hoes off at the pass
Open up a can of ass
Toy wit me die quick blast

I wit straight mobsta leaners
That always carry
And exercising trigger fingers on niggas who between us
Shockin' the wit young slingers
And we be defeated, even if you triple team us
Cause game got my mod deranged if you in pain
Kamokaze like my nigga lo if we to you man
So ready to aim cause it ain't to explain
Shots to exchange plenty of in the game
To us remain on top of the world until we go bang
Doin our thang while y'all just hate and complain in vain
But it'ws still gonna be the same we gonna mob
And out shine all you ass niggas together

(as lib by stokes)