Luyện nghe bài hát Love Me

You don't see me in the
It's I'm doing this man

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

Only the light's mine and my on
And my time is because I'm writing more
And I ain't to meet a soul in this business
I'm here to eat, speak these hoes feel this
(For sure)

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

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

Chase cheese, till my voice give out
This is it my nigga, this what we boast
Now I'm here so shut your motherfuckin'
And show me love

I wanna love you for the rest of my life
(I don't you bitch)
I hold you in the morning
(Ha)
Hold you the night
(Ha ha ha)

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

There's a certain mystique I speak
That you notice that's sorta
'Cause you know it's me, my deep
And I'm still matic the way I to this 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 even funny, I ain't even hungry
It ain't money, you can't pay me enough
For you to play me, cockamamie

You just Zane enough to rock with Shady
My noodle is cock-a-doodle, my cuckoo
I got loose, yeah, the whole 'Kit and Kaboodle'
I'm just brutal, it's no rumor, I'm numero-uno, it

There's no humor in it no more, you
I'm rollin' with a swollen bowling in my bag
You a fag to come and tear a new hole in my ass
You better me bitch

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

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

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

I roll a bus, 9-11 pulse same color as cranberry sauce
I ain't front, I thought R-Kelly was tha shit
Then we find out he fucking round with bow wow
Niggas eatin' popcorn, right, the tape

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

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

That nigga went butt-ass for his record to
My back to help Ashanti hit them high notes
And Big Ben taught B'more to deep throat

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

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