Luyện nghe bài hát Love Me

You see me in the hood
It's 'cause I'm doing man

Niggas, I'm still
(Yeah)
I'm still those sirens
I'm getting chased by those lights

the light's mine and my mic's on
And my time is none because I'm writing
And I ain't here to a soul in this business
I'm to eat, speak until these hoes feel this
(For sure)

And I let y'all derail me man
I got young Kobe, homie, you let go of Obie
'Cause Obie be
(Ain't goin' man)

We got them craps going on and yak going on
Soon as a nigga down back from tourin'
It's whateva, put that on the man
But in the meantime, it's Lovine time

cheese, rhyme till my voice give out
This is it my nigga, this we boast about
Now I'm here so shut your mouth
And show me bitch

I just wanna love you for the of my life
(I love you bitch)
I hold you in the morning
(Ha)
Hold you the night
(Ha ha ha)

I just love you for the rest of my life
(We wanna love alcohol, we love guns)
I wanna you in the morning
(We love money)
Hold you the night
(Ha, we don't wanna bitches though)

There's a certain when I speak
That you that's sorta unique
'Cause you know it's me, my poetry's
And I'm still matic the way I flow to beat

You can't sit still, it's like to smoke crack
And go to sleep, I'm
knowing any minute I could snap
I'm the equivalent of what would happen if rapped

I bully these rappers so bad
It ain't even funny, I ain't even
It ain't even money, you can't pay me
For you to play me, it's

You just ain't enough to rock with Shady
My noodle is cock-a-doodle, my cuckoo
I got screws loose, yeah, the whole 'Kit and
I'm just brutal, no rumor, I'm numero-uno, assume it

no humor in it no more, you know
I'm rollin' a swollen bowling ball in my bag
You a fag to come and tear a new hole in my ass
You love me bitch

I just love you for the rest of my life
I wanna hold you in the
Hold you through the
(And all the say)

I just wanna love you for the rest of my
I wanna you in the morning
Hold you through the

My buzz is crazy in the hood, they holla my
If it ain't the flow
It's the stones and the chain
If I was you, I'd me too

I like a bus, 9-11 pulse same color as cranberry sauce
I gonna front, I thought R-Kelly was tha shit
Then we find out he fucking round with bow wow
eatin' popcorn, right, rewinding the tape

Now shorty momma in the hollerin' rape
I'm man something really wrong with these hoes
I thought Lil' Kim was hot then she start fucking with her
(Goddamn)

Used to to Lauren Hill and tap my feet
Then the bitch put out a CD that didn't no beats
(Uh, huh)
That boy D'Angelo he not to fail

That nigga went for his record to sell
My back shot to help Ashanti hit them notes
And Big Ben taught B'more to deep throat

I just wanna love you for the of my life
I wanna hold you in the
(I the burners, the monies, the bunnies)
Hold you through the
(I just wanna you)

I just wanna love you for the rest of my
I hold you in the morning
(I just wanna you)
Hold you through the
(Yeah)