Luyện nghe bài hát I Luv

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What's mine's I love, and I fight, push to
to hand?, but you can't stop the love
You push to impress, and I you with less
It's real love for the that I bless, no quest'

What's mine's I love, and I fight, push to
to hand?, but you can't stop the love
You push to impress, and I leave you less
It's real love for the mics that I bless, no

Can't stop the love, I know you sayin' I'ma young
Don't get it fucked up 'cause I move with them thug
From old, to life we straight sparkin'
light to the darkest nights

Blast, blast, P in area
(M, O)
Make a move and them cats bury ya
Now your trapped and your fuckin' with thugs
Let me tell your punk ass what I

I love to see motherfuckers, show no love
And start speakin' out like a bitch when you 'em in the club
I love, a slug cat shut down
And then try to post up when they damn near cut his ass

I love, trying to reach all of the map
On a Ninja, with a big Buddha on a back
I love, cats that rap and drip checks
Like your man Lil' Fame, Bill Danze and x

What's mine's I love, and I fight, push to
Hand to hand?, but you stop the love
You push to impress, and I you with less
It's real for the mics that I bless, no quest'

Aiyo, you know what I
(What's that?)
It's motherfuckers assume
That they ass get popped at 12 o'clock in the afternoon
I got the to come through your walls, like
(Boom)

an orgasm every time I clear the fuckin' room
Nah, not yet
(Niggas is gone)
I to see you son of a bitches sweat
What I got, son, my is prop', son
(I love)

With in the drivin' seat and Freddie Fox ridin' shotgun
Here is the
(Stop son)
Somethin' I love is when be bumpin' my shit
Niggas with heat, niggas deep
(I love, I love)

Niggas regulate the streets
(Sho' nuff)
Mic blessin, Smith and caressin'
With the Desert Storm
(First family)
The lesson, I advise if your not to ride
On the homicide side, nigga

What's mine's I love, and I fight, to shove
Hand to hand?, but you stop the love
You to impress, and I leave you with less
It's real love for the mics I bless, no quest'

I love beats are hardcore, dirty and raw
I love takin' niggas burners when scared to draw
I love on my enemies, I love to attack
I love niggas down when they rhymes is whack

I love seeing struggle to make
Themselves something us real niggas love to hate
too late, I love my Ninas and I love my, fours
Blowin' holes through the project doors in, wars, nigga

I love the feeling, and the rush I get
From, Sam, run the watch with the diamond begets
I love, how my was intact without a deal
How I kept the newest on my automobile

I love the that rappers make the dough, without a flow
Soft niggas, I stain, like piss in the snow
I love the fact that I survived the roughest of times
And the mic when I want, with the roughest of rhymes

It's a to see me emcee
so hard, this lyrical brutality, feed's a nigga's mentality
I love, when you claim to be great
Knowin' your mob ain't lettin' shit, what the fuck is this?

Niggas bustin' on New York, I get my vest on
Twenty rhyme clips in my mic, I get my on
Loan soldier standin' on the front line, I fear
Excuses that you give me for your lyrics, I hear

You niggs no real emcee's
You Sam Goody ass niggas can't write without suckin' down
So I love, laughin' at you niggas, while you at me
I split your head shot from your man, while slappin' at me

I feel the from your rounds
Your hollow points make a nigga
But, I won't fall

Yeah, you motherfuckers see it, on

What's I love, and I fight, push to shove
Hand to hand?, but you can't stop the
You to impress, and I leave you with less
real love for the mics that I bless, no quest'

Aiyo, aiyo,
For all them sucka ass niggas don't know, when
I crawl up out the
And I got M.O.P. with me, baby, nowhere

You can run ain't you can hide
(To the life)
With hot slugs at both
Split your open wide
Niggas from the Side