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 where I been (It aint I been)
But where I'm 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 all this cash (mo' money, mo' problems)
You'll 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, nasty, that gushi stuff

When the in the system, ain't no tellin'
Will I fuck 'em will I diss 'em, that's they be yellin'
I'm a by blood, not relation
be chasin', I replace them, huh?
Drunk off Crist', on E
keep her little model 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 model chicks, six bottles of
Belvederes, got weed everywhere
What do you say, me, you, and Chloe glasses
Go private where we can discuss fashion
Like, Prada blouse, bra
Mart jeans, take that off

it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, 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 stuff
But don't me
Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi

Yeah, the narrative, you savin' it for marriage
Let's it real 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 about it
Might light wrist, but that about it
Fuck it, I might you and buy you nice whips
Ma, but you gotta ride nice dick
Know how to your hips and your head's priceless
Profess you love the Hov', and never let you down
Get you bling like the Neptune
Okay, hot Hov', too hot to
love me long time like 2Pac's 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 gushi
But don't me
C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, gushi stuff
I said it to me
Gimme that funk, sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't me
Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, gushi stuff
I'm a baby (uh, Hov')
I just you to know (Hov')
It aint I been
But I'm bout to go (Hov', Hov')
Now I wanna love you (young Hova)
But be who I am (know you me)
And all this cash (mo' money, mo' problems)
You'll your man

Yeah, yeah,
Same song, I'm back, around the world
Ro-mancing girls that with girls
From, Club Cheetah, to Club
The in L.A., Bubblin' in Dublin
Can't me, why would you want to
You me, why don't you try me
Baby you want to, me, Hov'!

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

You gotta,
it to me
Uh, uh huh