Luyện nghe bài hát I Just Wanna Love U

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Hov!
Uh huh,
You, are, not,
Hov', unstoppable, Dynasty, Hova

I'm a hustler (I'm a hustler)
I just you to know (Wanna let you know)
It ain't I been (It aint where I been)
But where I'm to go (Top of the world!)
Now I just wanna you (just wanna love you)
But be who I am (you know you me)
And all this cash (mo' money, mo' problems)
You'll your man
Now it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that stuff
But bullshit me
C'mon, gimme funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff

the Remi's in the system, ain't no tellin'
Will I fuck 'em will I diss 'em, that's what be yellin'
I'm a pimp by blood, not
Y'all be chasin', I them, huh?
Drunk off Crist', on E
Can't her little model hands off me
in the club, high, singing off key
"And I wish I met her at all"
It better, ordered another round
It's, about, to go,
Got six model chicks, six of Crist'
Four Belvederes, got everywhere
do you say, me, you, and your Chloe glasses
Go somewhere where we can discuss fashion
Like, Prada blouse, bra
Mart jeans, take that off

it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that stuff
But don't me
C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that stuff
I said it to me
that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But bullshit me
Mama, gimme funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff

Yeah, save the narrative, you it for marriage
Let's keep it real ma, you it for karats
You see how far I'm a go
How, much I'ma spend but you already
Zip, zero, stingy dinero
Might buy you Crist', but that it
Might light your wrist, but that it
Fuck it, I might wife you and buy you whips
Ma, but you really gotta nice dick
Know how to work your hips and your priceless
Profess you the Hov', and I'll never let you down
Get you like the Neptune sound
Okay, hot Hov', too hot to
Ladies love me long time like soul
Only way to roll, and two ladies
I'm too cold, Motorola, two way page me,

it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that stuff
But don't me
C'mon, that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
I said it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi
But bullshit me
Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that stuff
I'm a hustler (uh, Hov')
I just you to know (Hov')
It aint I been
But where I'm to go (Hov', Hov')
Now I wanna love you (young Hova)
But be who I am (know you me)
And with all cash (mo' money, mo' problems)
You'll your man

Yeah, yeah,
Same song, I'm back, around the world
Ro-mancing girls that dance girls
From, Cheetah, to Club Amnesia
The Peanuts in L.A., in Dublin
deny me, why would you want to
You need me, why you try me
you want to, believe me, Hov'!

it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, nasty, that gushi stuff
But bullshit me
C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi
I give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi
But bullshit me
Mama, that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff

You gotta,
it to me
Uh, uh huh