Luyện nghe bài hát Loyal (Version 2)

Young Mula,

I woke up all last
I know hoes ain't right
But you was up her phone last night
But she ain't have a ringer nor her on last night ooh
Nigga, that's nerve
Why give a bitch your heart? she rather have a purse
Why give a bitch your inch? she rather have nine
You how the game go she be mine, 'bout half time, I'm the shit, ooh
Nigga, that's that
You all about her, and she all hers
Birdman Junior in this no flamingos
And I've done everything but trust hoes, C.B. fuck wit' me!

I rich nigga want you
And your nigga can do for ya
Oh these hoes ain't
Whoa these hoes ain't
Yeah, yeah, let me see
Just got
Took a broke nigga
I can make a bitch rich
But I don't fuck with bitches
Got a white girl with some titties
I her to the Bay with me
Eyes closed, marijuana
up the bar, molly I'm a rockstar
She wanna do drugs, smoke weed, get
She wanna see a nigga
She wanna all the rappers

When I rich nigga you (Want you babe)
And nigga can't do nothing for ya (Nothin' oh)
Oh hoes ain't loyal (No they ain't)
these hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see

Black girl a big booty
If she a bad bitch, get to it (Right away)
We up in this club, me the bottles
I girl, that you came in this bitch with your man
That's a no no
All is in the air
I wanna see you

Just got
Took a broke bitch
I can a broke bitch rich
But I don't fuck with bitches

When I nigga want you (Want you babe)
And your nigga can't do for ya (No nothin' no)
Oh these hoes loyal (Oh no)
Whoa these ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, let me see

With in the system?
no tellin' will I fuck, 'em or will I diss 'em
That's what be yelling, I'm a pimp by blood
No relation, I don't chase 'em, I 'em
LVs, Hermes,
Them ain't loyal, they rotatin'
me to the game, now I'm on my duty
Put it her in the Lotus she was riding in that
fuck bitch
I got my own hoe
your weed
Got my own
Had to put my back on
Tell bitch put a ring back on, Montana

Come on, on, girl why you frontin'?
show me something
When I her, she gon' leave
And I bet that dollar she gon' cheat
Come on, on, girl why you frontin'?
show me something
You don' bread on her
And all for nothing

I rich nigga want you (Want you babe)
And nigga can't do nothing for ya (Can't do nothin' for you)
Oh these hoes loyal (Oh no)
these hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see

When I rich want you (Want you babe)
And your nigga can't do for ya (Oh)
Oh these hoes ain't (No they ain't)
Whoa these hoes ain't
Yeah, yeah, let me see
Yeah, let me see
Yeah, let me see
Let me see
Oh these hoes ain't