Luyện nghe bài hát I Just Wanna Love U

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

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

When the Remi's in the system, ain't no
Will I fuck 'em will I diss 'em, what they be yellin'
I'm a by blood, not relation
be chasin', I replace them, huh?
Drunk off Crist', on E
Can't keep her little hands off me
in the club, high, singing 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'
Four Belvederes, got everywhere
do you say, me, you, and your Chloe glasses
Go somewhere private where we can discuss
Like, Prada blouse, bra
Filth Mart jeans, take off

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

Yeah, save the narrative, you savin' it for
Let's keep it real ma, you savin' it for
You see how far I'm a go
How, much I'ma spend but you know
Zip, zero, stingy dinero
buy you Crist', but that about it
Might your wrist, but that about 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 head's
Profess you love the Hov', and I'll let you down
Get you bling like the 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 me, c'mon

it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't me
C'mon, gimme that funk, sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
I said it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, gushi stuff
But bullshit me
Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi
I'm a hustler (uh, Hov')
I just you to know (Hov')
It where 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 all this cash (mo' money, mo' problems)
You'll forget man

Yeah, yeah,
Same song, I'm back, around the world
Ro-mancing girls that with girls
From, Cheetah, to Club Amnesia
The Peanuts in L.A., Bubblin' in
Can't deny me, why would you 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, nasty, that gushi stuff
I said it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi
But don't me
Mama, gimme funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff

You gotta,
it to me
Uh, uh huh