Luyện nghe bài hát Loyal (Version 2)

Young Mula,

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

When I nigga want you
And your can do nothing for ya
Oh hoes ain't loyal
Whoa these ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see
got rich
Took a broke nigga
I can make a broke rich
But I fuck with broke bitches
Got a girl with some fake titties
I took her to the Bay me
Eyes closed, smoking
Rolling up the bar, I'm a rockstar
She do drugs, smoke weed, get drunk
She wanna see a trapped
She fuck all the rappers

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

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

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

When I nigga want you (Want you babe)
And nigga can't do nothing for ya (No nothin' no)
Oh these ain't loyal (Oh no)
Whoa these hoes ain't
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 they be yelling, I'm a pimp by
No relation, I don't chase 'em, I 'em
LVs, Hermes,
Them hoes ain't loyal, rotatin'
me to the game, now I'm on my duty
Put it her in the Lotus she was in that hooptie
fuck bitch
I got my own hoe
your weed
Got my own
Had to put my back on
Tell that bitch put a ring on, Montana

Come on, come on, girl why you
Baby show me
When I call her, she gon'
And I bet bottom dollar she gon' cheat
Come on, on, girl why you frontin'?
Baby show me
You spent bread on her
And all for nothing

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

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