Luyện nghe bài hát True Loyalty

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

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

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

(For you, if we get knocked, I'ma have to the weight
'Cause with a record like yours dogg, you stayin' upstate)
Nigga for you, I kill a goddamn crew
(Why?)
I know you'd do the same thing too haha

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

you ride 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 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, 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, me down
You the

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 reppin' for me)

Nigga, you for me?
(You ain't got to ask)
you die for me?
(Nigga, they you, they 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 Santa mountains, bundled up to ski
Since, is money, I rhyme on the clock
And walk through the with a nine in the ox

You seen the ice, you it's top notch
And when it comes to dice, I'm seeing' to the shot box
stop, guns pop through your tank top
And leave you wet up a sonar range drop

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

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

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

Here the come, task force van
so much ice, I'm called Jack Frost man
And while we sippin' on cris', you sippin' man
Your got heart, but your heart's in my hand

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