Luyện nghe bài hát Loyalty

Saw a little and y'all was ready to bend
Left the mob for something petty but fetti got thin
Now you back where you begin while I'm on ten
Got inns in a benz wit rims sippin on hen
Wit stokes, twist, and mayze 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 larger than this mob
Swear to god, for y'all c-wall ain't got
No one that's gonna be on you side is this hot slug
For the dead and locked I'm my mob up
Cock and 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 on, cause i'ma blast on sight
if it's in traffic in broad daylight
The only way you if it don't spray right
But you out death wish so if I miss you'll be facin barrels 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 to kill like stopping off of cocaine
I'm leavin out sweated no clicks crushin bitches wit this
your songs ain't shit, they can't even fade our skits eat a dick

Nigga cross the mob so up
In every destination gotta fuck 'em up
Nigga cross the mob so up
In every destination gotta get 'em up
Shit are y'all about to die for this fetti fuck everyting that's 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 y'all niggas threw the wall up
But the shit hit the fan I watch you bitches ball up
Now you is all up, fuck who you call up
My niggas all bust, my killas all
What the you call us, what you say about c-wall
Playa hatin how we ball, we'll be to see y'all
And you mob end up the same homie, put this pain on you
No my slugs got them thugs name on 'em
If he wit his I'm blow his brains on 'em, put the chains on 'em
Go insane on em', guess he done wit that work on em
Rain over, so nigga my mob like royalty
I'm dead y'all hoes dred my love, life, and loyalty

When you strapped in a circle
No I'm finna you
the mob put me peeped all of your loopholes
the trigger work you
Bust all of you bitches and all of you
When the bruh
Thugs run shit look at what thugs want
See what done
When the gun got you runnin from a loved one
Thought you was to die but you been found to lie
So fuck you can't you, gotta bust you
Crush you now you can't lick and hustle
Try to your 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 amount of
I had a lot of bud in 'em
I get mad at the 'em
Whippin out the in 'em
But I ain't even
If and it's on I just 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 roll wit mobsta leaners
That always carry
And exercising fingers on niggas who come between us
Shockin' the wit young slingers
And we can't be defeated, if you triple team us
Cause this game got my mod if you in pain
Kamokaze my nigga lo if we loose to you man
So to aim cause it ain't shit to explain
Shots to exchange plenty of in the game
To help us remain on top of the world 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 bitch ass together

(as lib by stokes)