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

When the Remi's in the system, no tellin'
Will I fuck 'em will I diss 'em, that's they be yellin'
I'm a pimp by blood, not
be chasin', I replace them, huh?
Drunk off Crist', on E
Can't keep her little hands off me
Both in the club, high, off key
"And I wish I met her at all"
It gets better, another round
It's, about, to go,
Got six chicks, six bottles of Crist'
Belvederes, got weed everywhere
What do you say, me, you, and your Chloe
Go private where we can discuss fashion
Like, blouse, Gucci bra
Filth Mart jeans, that off

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

Yeah, save the narrative, you it for marriage
Let's keep it ma, you savin' it for karats
You see how far I'm a go
How, much spend but you already know
Zip, zero, stingy with
Might buy you Crist', but that it
Might light your wrist, but about it
Fuck it, I might wife you and buy you whips
Ma, but you really gotta nice dick
Know how to your hips and your head's priceless
Profess you love the Hov', and I'll never let you
Get you bling the Neptune sound
Okay, hot Hov', too hot to
love me long time like 2Pac's soul
Only way to roll, Jigga and two
I'm too cold, Motorola, two way page me,

it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, gushi stuff
But bullshit me
C'mon, gimme funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
I said it to me
Gimme funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't me
Mama, gimme that funk, sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
I'm a hustler (uh, Hov')
I just you to know (Hov')
It aint I been
But I'm bout to go (Hov', Hov')
Now I just wanna 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,
song, I'm back, been around the world
Ro-mancing that dance with girls
From, Club Cheetah, to Amnesia
The Peanuts in L.A., in Dublin
Can't me, why would you want to
You me, why don't 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 don't me
Mama, gimme that funk, sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff

You gotta,
it to me
Uh, uh huh