Luyện nghe bài hát Loyalty

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

stokes]
I smell some bitch niggas amongst us, now they
And when you see me on the streets be strapped cause I'm at you
And that's wit or a mask on, cause i'ma blast on sight
Even if it's in traffic in broad
The only way you live if it don't right
But you out your death wish so if I you'll be facin barrels by midknight
And that's on these four fingers I high
Anybody who crosses my mobsta they die
I hollered at my boy to bless me wit some mo' thangs
A mobstaz hard to like stopping off of cocaine
I'm leavin out sweated no dynasty clicks bitches wit this
Nigga your songs shit, they can't even fade our skits eat a dick

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

When everything was all good niggas threw the wall up
But when the shit hit the fan I watch you bitches up
Now you time is all up, fuck who you up
My niggas all bust, my killas all
What the fuck you call us, what you say 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 blow his brains on 'em, put the on 'em
Go insane on em', guess he done wit work range on em
Rain over, so nigga respect my mob royalty
'till I'm dead y'all hoes my love, life, and loyalty

When you come strapped in a
No I'm finna you
Cause the mob put me all of your loopholes
Cause the trigger you
Bust all of you bitches and all of you
the bruh come
Thugs betta run shit look at thugs want
See what drugs
held the gun got you runnin from a loved one
Thought you was down to die but you been to lie
So fuck you can't trust you, bust you
Crush you now you can't hits and hustle
Try to your muscle
But my criteria over comes yo strategies
Try to make a mob out of
I can ride on you wit money-t and an amount of
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 on I just put a slug in him
Duggin him and headin hoes off at the pass
Open up a can of ass
Toy wit me loyalty die blast

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

(as lib by stokes)