Luyện nghe bài hát Loyalty

[Verse 1: Gudda
Ok, I'm shining, beaming,
Big timing, stunting and
Dangerous, approach caution
If I sneeze, you in a
Chasing paper, we do often
Two bad bitches, thick like
Let 'em cocaine at a party
Leave 'em like rigormortis

Don't try to race, this car got
The we drink, it costs a mortgage
Flow so dope, man, you can't
You bite it, you can't forge it
I got with more in storage
me blossom, watch me flourish
If you try to touch my
You will feel my chucks Norris

All my bitches think I'm
Get a massage I'm recording
Single like a bill
I am a man, call me Morgan
and slob on my knob like corn on the cob
Check in with me and go and do job

Now lay in the bed and give me head
I don't to ask, I don't have to beg
Yeah, I'm bumping Three Six Mafia in the of the Opera
Choppers from Yugoslavia, bake niggas talapia

LAT, Young Money
Try but it no stopping us
Why? We by popular demand
baller-blocking us
Lord Gudda, a nigga
MOB, I'm brazy,
at work, I'm slaving, nigga
Yeah, up, I'm wavy, nigga

and adderall, man, I could walk on water
I got a son, his name Jaylen and he want all daughters
I'm a landmine, got by a landslide, I'm racing, nigga
Cruise control, I'm nigga
around, I'm waving, nigga

[Verse 2:
There's a clocked by my pantsline
Young head, throwing gang signs
I got bands like it's time
up at granny house, trappin' off the landmine

What's all that hootin' and
I'm who bring the in
the top, it was botherin'
Now go let your in
The cocaine from Colombia, the chopper is
Got a house full of bricks, you can call it

Bitch, grow up, it's head if you swallowin'
Baby, get to geekin', get to and gobblin'
Your friends think I'm bad, must be looking for trouble then
a foam party, I be bustin' they bubbles then

Then I hop in the whip, a play on some bricks
My say pull up, we just came up on a lick
I'm in the ends with the sticks, it's the revenge of the
Hoe, you know it's OHB, I brought the in this bitch

3: Lil Wayne]
Hoe, you know it's LAT, we almost famous, lil
On our toes and on our feet like Usher Raymond, lil
And you Lil Wayne is the shit and you straining and shit
Fat head, long she 'bout to strangle this dick

I got more bang in a stick than butane in a vic
I got my whole gang gang in bitch and you came with a bitch
I got more rain than Prince and more cocaine than Mitch
I got more and piss and make more money than cents (sense)

She got more hips than tits, she got more tricks tips
She put my name on her and then she licks her lips
LW, Lil Wayne, to them, to her, that's length and
Kill you for me, she will Jada Pinkett Smith

the return of the Blood, 'bout to turn up and thug
We wan' know who got the chicken and the colonel the gun
Man, my dirty-ass stripper a bath in ones
Make her milk these fuckin' niggas like some Cap'n

Motherfuckers try to me, I ain't cram for one
All fuckin' karats on me, bitch, I'm Rabbit son
Happy birthday, I already got the of gab at one
Motherfuckers run they mouth they cramp they tongue

Play pussy, get fucked; ass, get stuck
Playtime is over, that ass is grass and now grass get cut
Duct tape and we quackin' up beat 'em with more bats
Than a vampires and Draculas, ashes to ashes to

Buried just for staring, yellow tape canaries
We all bite and no talk, my sharks breaking aquarium
Out of the ordinaries and to the art of hustling
When you see them coming
Know that loyalty's them

LAT