Luyện nghe bài hát Loyalty

Saw a little motherfucker and y'all was to bend
Left the mob for something but then fetti got thin
Now you where 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 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 motherfucker larger this mob
Swear to god, for c-wall 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 bust to all y'all die for crossin us

stokes]
I smell some bitch niggas amongst us, now gone
And when you see me on the streets be strapped cause I'm at you
And that's wit or without a mask on, cause i'ma blast on
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 barrels by
And that's on these fingers I hold high
who crosses my mobsta family they die
I at my boy james to bless me wit some mo' thangs
A mobstaz hard to kill stopping off of cocaine
I'm leavin out sweated no dynasty crushin bitches wit this
Nigga your songs ain't shit, can't even fade our skits eat a dick

Nigga cross the mob so up
In every destination retaliation gotta 'em up
Nigga the mob so what's up
In every destination retaliation get 'em up
Shit are y'all about ready to die for this fetti everyting that's petty
Down to do dirt put in work
Stay whether we rappin of slangin ye together
Get the paper but don't the mob and get hurt loyalty's first

When everything was all good 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 love my slugs got them 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 wit that work range on em
Rain over, so nigga respect my mob royalty
'till I'm dead hoes dred my love, life, and loyalty

When you strapped in a circle
No I'm hurt you
Cause the mob put me all of your loopholes
Cause the trigger you
all of you bitches and all of you hoes
When the bruh
Thugs betta run shit look at what want
See drugs done
When held the gun got you runnin from a one
Thought you was down to die but you found to lie
So you can't trust you, gotta bust you
Crush you now you can't lick and hustle
Try to flex muscle
But my criteria gotta over comes yo
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
out the stud in 'em
But I ain't even
If and it's on I just put a slug in him
Duggin him dead and headin off at the pass
Open up a can of ass
Toy wit me loyalty die blast

I wit straight mobsta leaners
That always beamers
And trigger fingers on niggas who come between us
Shockin' the world wit slingers
And we can't be defeated, if you triple team us
this game got my mod deranged if you in pain
Kamokaze like my nigga lo if we to you man
So ready to aim cause it 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 hate and complain in vain
But it'ws still gonna be the same we mob forever
And out all you bitch ass niggas together

(as lib by stokes)