Luyện nghe bài hát Loyalty

Saw a little and y'all was ready to bend
Left the mob for something petty but then fetti got
Now you back you begin while I'm livin on ten
Got sittin in a benz wit rims sippin on hen
Wit stokes, twist, and mayze while you broke bitch I'm
of stayed 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 than mob
Swear to god, for 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
and bust to all y'all bitches die for crossin us

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

Nigga the mob so what's up
In every destination retaliation fuck 'em up
Nigga the mob so what's up
In every 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 slangin ye
Get the paper but don't cross the mob and get hurt loyalty's

When everything was all good y'all niggas threw the up
But when the shit hit the fan I watch you bitches up
Now you time is all up, who you call up
My niggas all bust, my all nuts
What the fuck you call us, what you say about
Playa hatin how we ball, we'll be to see y'all
And you mob gonna end up the homie, put this pain on you
No my slugs got them thugs name on 'em
If he wit his kids I'm blow his brains on 'em, put the on 'em
Go insane on em', he done wit that work range on em
Rain over, so nigga my mob like royalty
'till I'm dead y'all hoes my love, life, and loyalty

When you come strapped in a
No I'm finna you
Cause the mob put me peeped all of your
the trigger work you
Bust all of you and all of you hoes
When the come
Thugs betta run shit at what thugs want
See what done
held the gun got you runnin from a loved one
Thought you was down to die but you found to lie
So fuck you can't trust you, gotta you
Crush you now you can't lick hits and
Try to your muscle
But my criteria gotta comes yo strategies
Try to a mob out of peas
I can ride on you wit 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 even
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
always carry beamers
And exercising trigger on niggas who come between us
Shockin' the wit young slingers
And we can't be defeated, even if you triple us
Cause game got my mod deranged if you in pain
like my nigga lo if we loose to you man
So ready to aim cause it ain't to explain
Shots to exchange of paper in the game
To help us remain on top of the until we go bang
Doin our thang while y'all niggas hate and complain in vain
But still gonna be the same we gonna mob forever
And out shine all you ass niggas together

(as lib by stokes)