Luyện nghe bài hát Loyalty

Saw a little motherfucker and was ready to bend
Left the mob for something petty but then got thin
Now you back where you while I'm livin on ten
Got inns sittin in a wit rims sippin on hen
Wit stokes, twist, and mayze while you broke bitch I'm
of stayed but betrayed look at the cheddar you could have made
You with the mob thought you was harder than the mob
But no one motherfucker larger than this mob
Swear to god, for y'all ain't got love
No only one that's gonna be on you is this hot slug
For the dead and locked I'm my mob up
Cock and bust to all bitches die for crossin us

[liffy
I smell some bitch niggas amongst us, now gone
And when you see me on the be strapped cause I'm at you dome
And wit or without a mask on, cause i'ma blast on sight
Even if it's in traffic in daylight
The way you live if it don't spray right
But you out your death so if I miss you'll be facin barrels by midknight
And that's on four fingers I hold high
Anybody who crosses my mobsta 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 clicks crushin bitches wit
Nigga your songs ain't shit, can't even fade our skits eat a dick

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

When everything was all good y'all niggas threw the up
But when the shit hit the fan I you bitches ball up
Now you time is all up, who you call up
My niggas all bust, my killas all
the fuck you call us, what you say about c-wall
Playa hatin how we ball, nigga be to see y'all
And you mob gonna end up the same homie, put pain on you
No love my slugs got them name on 'em
If he wit his kids I'm his brains on 'em, put the chains on 'em
Go insane on em', guess he done wit that work on em
Rain over, so nigga respect my mob like
'till I'm dead hoes dred my love, life, and loyalty

When you come in a circle
No I'm hurt you
Cause the mob put me peeped all of loopholes
the trigger work you
Bust all of you bitches and all of you
When the come
Thugs betta run look at what thugs want
See drugs done
When held the gun got you runnin from a one
you was down to die but you been found to lie
So fuck you can't you, gotta bust you
Crush you now you can't lick and hustle
Try to your muscle
But my criteria over comes yo strategies
Try to a mob out of peas
I can on you wit money-t and an amount 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 again and it's on I put a slug in him
Duggin him dead and hoes off at the pass
up a can of kick ass
Toy wit me loyalty die quick

I roll wit mobsta leaners
always carry beamers
And exercising trigger fingers on niggas who between us
Shockin' the world wit young
And we be defeated, even if you triple team us
Cause this got my mod deranged if you in pain
Kamokaze like my nigga lo if we to you man
So ready to aim it ain't shit to explain
Shots to plenty of paper in the game
To help us remain on top of the world we go bang
Doin our thang while y'all niggas just and complain in vain
But it'ws still be the same we gonna mob forever
And out all you bitch ass niggas together

(as lib by stokes)