Luyện nghe bài hát Loyal (Freestyle)

[Intro: Lil Wayne & Chris
MULA, BABY!

(Haha, you it was over?)

1: 50 Cent]
Pretty face tight
That motherfucker
a second to evaluate
Yeah that's a bad
She a for love
Thats why she ain't got
Fuck with the fool
Fell in love with the bitch
Now i ain't put a out to tell her she ain't loyal
Better fuck with me bitch he ain't nothing for you
you gotta think like a winner to win
How your nigga gonna you when he stuck in the pen
Lifes full of choices, you can a better life
Start by choosing the we meeting there tonight
I talk to her get her mind right
that head gettin good
Man her so bright

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

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

[50
These hoes they trouble man that bitch dont you HA HA
[Tony
If I gave a fuck about a
I'd be broke
I never had no motherfucker sour to
He raw and she had twins on you
Take half check and her ass spittin on you

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

[Verse 3: Banks]
Your drop fine
Hit my
I
It ain't personal
It happens all the
You'll me forever
But it's only for the
out here doing wrong
Thinking gona be nice
So your ain't bout nothing
Than your looking for a
I ain't heard opinion
round the world twice
You gon hold a up
Talkin how you feel me
That ain't shit to brag
You got love for
No baby
Im bank
Party we won
Hardly alone
Leave the ones half fun
I bet you still it spoil
Your creeping on you
She keep it loyal

Chris Brown]
When a rich nigga you
And your can't do nothing for ya
These ain't loyal
hoes 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, while we [?] to the
I don't need nigga outside where I live
Cause I you got a man and he know just who I is
Kidd
I dont wife em, I dont love em, I dont like em, I dont em, I don't cuff em
I dont hug em, I dont em , I diss em, dismiss em, don't miss em
I trick are you tricking homie thats a big
She into big things big big titties
Big spending big big ballin big pimpin
Her ass to fake for me to care about her
Been that ho off and she still trippin

[Verse 5: Young
He put you in the and a Panamera
He buy you everything you want but hes there
Hey you can't miss me Im
Follow the sparkles on the bottles and I
Attitude kinda rude when we first
Her man play in the NBA and I sell
When a rich nigga want you No!
Now a bitch got you your ready to go
I make a good girl see how good blow
said she want a nigga she can cook for
I had no idea that label her hood ho
Yayo said there something I should know

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

Chris Brown 2x]
When a rich want you
And your nigga can't do for ya
These ain't loyal
hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see