Luyện nghe bài hát Loyalty

Saw a little motherfucker and y'all was ready to
the mob for something petty but then fetti got thin
Now you where you begin while I'm livin on ten
Got inns sittin in a benz wit sippin on hen
Wit stokes, twist, and mayze while you broke bitch I'm
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 than mob
Swear to god, for y'all c-wall 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
and bust to all y'all bitches die for crossin us

[liffy
I smell some bitch niggas amongst us, now gone
And when you see me on the streets be cause I'm at you dome
And that's wit or without a mask on, i'ma blast on sight
Even if in traffic in broad daylight
The only way you live if it don't spray
But you out your death 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 bless me wit mo' thangs
A mobstaz to kill like stopping off of cocaine
I'm leavin out sweated no dynasty clicks crushin bitches wit
Nigga your songs ain't shit, can't even fade our skits eat a dick

Nigga the mob so what's up
In every destination gotta fuck 'em up
Nigga cross the mob so up
In every retaliation gotta get 'em up
Shit are y'all about ready to die for this fetti fuck everyting petty
Down to do lets put in work
Stay whether we rappin of slangin ye together
Get the but don't cross 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 you bitches 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, we'll be to see y'all
And you mob gonna end up the homie, put this pain on you
No love my slugs got them thugs on 'em
If he wit his kids I'm blow his on 'em, put the chains on 'em
Go on em', guess he done wit that work range on em
Rain over, so respect my mob like royalty
'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 loopholes
the trigger 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 from a loved one
Thought you was down to die but you found to lie
So fuck you can't trust you, bust you
Crush you now you can't lick and hustle
Try to flex muscle
But my criteria gotta over yo strategies
Try to make a mob out of
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
Whippin out the in 'em
But I ain't studying
If and it's on I just put a slug in him
Duggin him dead and headin hoes off at the
up a can of kick ass
Toy wit me die quick blast

I roll wit mobsta leaners
always carry beamers
And exercising fingers on niggas who come between us
Shockin' the world wit young
And we can't be defeated, even if you team us
Cause this got my mod deranged if you in pain
Kamokaze like my lo if we loose to you man
So ready to aim cause it ain't to explain
to exchange plenty of paper in the game
To help us on top of the world until we go bang
Doin our thang while niggas just 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)