Luyện nghe bài hát How U Luv That (vol2 Version)

Aw, man
Man I sho' need this one man
It's gon' be so
I everyone out there gon' luv this one ya heard me

[Manny
Now, who the fuck got cars for
Crazy hoes and momo's with the 20 blades
Me and the Misses, drivin'
The back stabbin' friends (smooch) blowin'
Chrome struck bitches, grain witches
Leather seats, la la look, anything itches
I don' done it, the GS 300
else around me playboy I run it
Bought the black Yukon in Houston, a microwave, a
She not white, uh uh, she
Karats on my
Fuckin' R&B
Lexus, Dick slangers
Nuts Hangers, from South
Don
Me a peasant, on
Can you top a, nigga with a coated helicopter
Move, shake, that
Ask yourself How You Luv That

[Chorus: Lil (2x)]
How You Luv
20 on chrome
Nigga, How You Luv
20 in the dome
Nigga, How You Luv
20 Hot Girls to
Nigga, How You Luv
Brrrr, 20 phones

Nigga how you gon' tell me that shit ain't
When used to play curls now they playin' braids
And in my crib I got a fuckin' with these hoes heads
With alligator pillow in my bed
I got a TV so big
I had to get aproval from the city and the muthafuckin' feds
I say these white folks 'til I'm dead
Cause I'm gon' 'til I fall and spend 20 G's at the mall
And Playboy you tell me How You Luv That
I bought my son a with diamonds and bezzel at nine months
And a Cash Money medallion with 20 in each letter son
So peeps this, nigga a got I million worth of cars all on chrome can
you compete wit' this, that's
These six tires that Range Rover
Ear rings 15 G's, wit' TV's
Nigga I'm tryin' to put a screen on the of the Humvee
And put my on top nigga can you see me
I got so much money I'll do time
I play them white bitches they play me at all times
I got 20 G's to put on leather seat
But, for open court charges three time on one rap sheet
What the fuck I look like choppin' trees and cotton
I shoot, fuckin' hoes and money clockin'
I'm a Big Tymer ask you could believe that
Play boy nigga tell me How You Luv

[Chorus: Lil (2x)]

Baby what you mean that ain't bout matin'
Best get yo' right and go head with that hatin'
What, you must that these diamonds ain't real or somthin', ha
All of this shoutin' gon' get me for nothin', ha
fuck that I'm gon' ball 'til I fall
From by the levy, to General DeGaul
So Baby pop the Crystille, and shine the
your cadillac a tool, with 20 inch L's
Rolex diamond bezzels with 20 G cells
My floor shinin' from from across the canal
In my we make nothin but G's
Your say you belong to CMB
hit us cause we beautiful niggaz please
You think I'm stuntin' know just 'til I come back with them ki's
fear this, they hate but they don't come near this
I don' wrote a bout these bitches you wanna hear this
They say, "Juvenile you you off the heezy"
I got these hoes poppin' tell lil keezy and breezy
you see me in that bubble-eye, How You Luv That
Can't you see me in BMW-ah, How You Luv That

[Chorus: Lil (2x)]

Wha, How You Luv
Wha, How You Luv
Wha, How You Luv
Wha, How You Luv
Wha, How You Luv
Nigga, How You Luv
Wha wha, Brrr, How You Luv
Ha ha, Big
Diamonds [Bling] blind ya
Ha ha, Big
Better act like ya