Luyện nghe bài hát True Loyalty

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

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

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

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

I ride, you for me
My enemies enemies
How you not love
A thug me?

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

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

You can catch me in housing, wit' bundles of D
Or in the Santa mountains, bundled up to ski
Since, time is money, I rhyme on the
And walk through the strip with a 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 you wet up like a sonar range drop

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

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

I got so many minks, and so many
The crib is surrounded by protesters
I'm a grown man, still like I'm young
With the mind of an old man, full of

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

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