Luyện nghe bài hát True Loyalty

Unh, yeah, I like the way this feel right
Yo turn me up in the head phones just a lil' bit,

There ain't shit in world deeper than loyalty and love
(Except loyalty and love, thugs)
For you, I pull up in the and spray the whole strip
(For you, I walk up and lay a nigga's kid)

For you, there ain't a damn that I won't do
I'm a thug, my way I show, my love for you
(Nigga for you, I get the coke, turn it into cash)
For you, if we go broke, we gon' rob a ass

(For you, if we get knocked, have to take the weight
'Cause with a like yours dogg, you ain't stayin' upstate)
for you, I kill a whole goddamn crew
(Why?)
'Cause I know you'd do the same thing too

I ride, you for me
My your enemies
How could you not
A like me?

you ride for me?
(You ain't got to ask)
you die for me?
(Nigga, blast you, they blast me)
you cry for me?
(Shit, when I die I cry for me)
(Just keep Southside for me)

Nigga, you for me?
(You even got to ask)
you die for me?
(Nigga, blast you, they blast me)
you cry for me?
(Shit, when I die I cry for me)
(Just keep reppin' for me)

Nigga, I'm the stem, you the
I'm the clip, you the gat
I'm the glock, you the mac
I'm the artist, you the

I'm a pen, you the pad
I'm the Dutch, you the bag
I'm the knife, you the
I'm the driver, you the Jag

I'm the ice, you the
I'm grimy, you
I'm the bow, you the
I'm the shell, you the

I'm a pimp, you a
I'm dope, you the
I'm a nine, quiet me
You the

Would you for me?
(You ain't got to ask)
you die for me?
(Nigga, they blast you, blast me)
you cry for me?
(Shit, when I die I cry for me)
(Just keep reppin' for me)

Nigga, you for me?
(You even got to ask)
you die for me?
(Nigga, they blast you, blast me)
you cry for me?
(Shit, I die I don't cry for me)
(Just keep Southside for me)

You can catch me in public housing, wit' of D
Or in the Monica mountains, bundled up to ski
Since, time is money, I on the clock
And through the strip with a nine in the ox

You seen the ice, you know it's top
And when it comes to dice, I'm seeing' shorty to the box
Banks stop, guns pop your tank top
And leave you wet up like a range drop

When I grind, I wear the thing tomorrow
When you grind, it's Show at the Apollo
Damn every rapper gotta hide sixteen
my flows like a ho that's sixteen

I ran through niggas, dismantled
They mad they see me in Cancun bitches
But I'm ghetto, straight from the my nigga
If there's no toothbrush use my finger

I got so minks, and so many leathers
The crib is by animal protesters
I'm a grown man, still livin' like I'm
With the of an old man, full of wisdom

Here the cops come, force van
Rock so much ice, I'm Jack Frost man
And we sippin' on cris', you sippin' backwash man
team got heart, but your heart's in my hand

You want bars, in song format
Or sixteen on your mom's doormat, wha