Luyện nghe bài hát Loyal (Freestyle)

[Intro: Lil & Chris Brown]
MULA, BABY!

(Haha, you it was over?)

1: 50 Cent]
Pretty tight waste
motherfucker thick
Need a to evaluate
Yeah a bad bitch
She a fool for
Thats why she got shit
with the wrong fool
Fell in with the wrong bitch
Now i put a song out to tell her she ain't loyal
Better fuck with me bitch he ain't nothing for you
Baby you think like a winner to win
How your nigga gonna help you when he in the pen
Lifes full of choices, you can choose a better
by choosing the telly we meeting there tonight
I to her trynna get her mind right
When that head gettin
Man her so bright

Chris Brown]
When a nigga want you
And your can't do nothing for ya
These hoes ain't
hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see

[Verse 2: Yayo]
class trips
Take a to the six
Floor seats with the
I a broke nigga bitch

[50
hoes they trouble man that bitch dont love you HA HA
[Tony
If I gave a fuck about a
I'd always be
I never had no motherfucker to smoke
He went raw and she had on you
Take your check and her ass spittin on you

Chris Brown]
When a rich nigga you
And your nigga do nothing for ya
These ain't loyal
hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see

[Verse 3: Lloyd
drop dead fine
Hit my
I
It ain't personal
It all the time
remember me forever
But it's for the night
Your out doing wrong
Thinking karma gona be
So your ain't bout nothing
Than your looking for a
I ain't every opinion
Been the world twice
You gon a nigga up
Talkin how you feel me
That shit to brag about
You got love for
No baby
Im crazy
like we won
Hardly alone
Leave the ones half fun
I bet you still keep it
Queen creeping on you
She ain't it loyal

[Hook: Chris
When a rich want you
And your nigga do nothing for ya
These ain't loyal
These ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see

[Verse 4: Kidd
Whats the number one rule you hop in the whip
Turn your location off, we [?] to the crib
I don't need that outside where I live
Cause I know you got a man and he just who I is
Kidd
I dont wife em, I dont love em, I like em, I dont cuss em, I don't cuff em
I dont hug em, I dont kiss em , I em, dismiss em, don't miss em
I trick are you tricking homie thats a big
She into big things big chains big
Big spending big big ballin big pimpin
Her ass to fake for me to care her feelings
kilt that ho off and she still trippin

[Verse 5: Buck]
He put you in the and a Panamera
He buy you everything you but hes never there
Hey you can't miss me Im
Follow the on the bottles and I appear
Attitude kinda when we first fucking
Her man in the NBA and I sell dope
When a nigga want you said No!
Now a bitch nigga got you ready to go
I make a good girl see how good kush
Shawty said she want a she can cook for
I had no idea that they label her ho
Till Yayo said there something I know

[Verse 5: Chris
Come on, on, girl
Why you
show me something
When I call her, she leave
And I bet that bottom dollar she gon'
Come on, on, girl
Why you
Baby me something
You done your bread on her
And it's all for

Chris Brown 2x]
When a rich want you
And your can't do nothing for ya
These ain't loyal
These ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see