Luyện nghe bài hát Loyalty

Saw a little motherfucker and y'all was to bend
Left the mob for something petty but then got thin
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 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
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 to all y'all bitches die for crossin us

[liffy
I smell some bitch niggas us, now they gone
And when you see me on the be strapped cause I'm at you dome
And that's wit or without a mask on, cause blast on sight
Even if it's in traffic in daylight
The only way you live if it don't right
But you out your death wish so if I miss you'll be facin by midknight
And that's on these four fingers I hold
Anybody who crosses my mobsta they die
I hollered at my boy to bless me wit some mo' thangs
A mobstaz hard to kill like off of cocaine
I'm leavin out sweated no dynasty clicks crushin bitches wit
your songs ain't 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 cross the mob so up
In every retaliation gotta get 'em up
Shit are y'all about to die for this fetti fuck everyting that's petty
Down to do 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 the wall up
But when the shit hit the fan I watch you ball up
Now you time is all up, fuck who you 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 love my slugs got them name on 'em
If he wit his kids I'm blow his brains on 'em, put the on 'em
Go insane on em', guess he done wit that work on em
Rain over, so nigga respect my mob like
'till I'm dead y'all hoes my love, life, and loyalty

When you strapped 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 what drugs
When held the gun got you runnin from a one
Thought you was down to die but you found to lie
So fuck you can't you, gotta bust you
Crush you now you can't lick and hustle
Try to flex muscle
But my criteria over comes yo strategies
Try to make a mob out of
I can ride on you wit money-t and an of cheese
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 it's on I just put a in him
him dead and headin hoes off at the pass
Open up a can of ass
Toy wit me loyalty die quick

I roll wit straight mobsta
always carry beamers
And exercising trigger fingers on niggas who come us
the world 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 lo if we loose to you man
So ready to aim it ain't shit to explain
Shots to exchange plenty of paper in the
To help us remain on top of the until we go bang
Doin our thang while y'all niggas just 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)