Luyện nghe bài hát I Just Wanna Love U (Give it 2 Me)

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

I'm a baby (I'm a hustler)
I just 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 wanna you (just wanna love you)
But be who I am (you you love me)
And with all cash (mo' money, mo' problems)
forget your man
Now it to me
Gimme funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't me
C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that stuff

When the Remi's in the system, no tellin'
Will I fuck 'em will I diss 'em, that's what be yellin'
I'm a by blood, not relation
Y'all be chasin', I them, huh?
off Crist', mami on E
Can't keep her model hands off me
in the club, high, singing off key
"And I I never met her at all"
It gets better, ordered round
It's, about, to go,
Got six model chicks, six bottles of
Four Belvederes, got weed
What do you say, me, you, and your glasses
Go private where we can discuss fashion
Like, blouse, Gucci bra
Filth Mart jeans, take off

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

Yeah, the narrative, you savin' it for marriage
keep it real ma, you savin' it for karats
You see how far I'm a go
How, much I'ma but you already know
Zip, zero, stingy dinero
buy you Crist', but that about it
Might light your wrist, but that it
it, I might wife you and buy you nice 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 like the Neptune sound
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 stuff
But bullshit me
C'mon, that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
I said it to me
that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But bullshit me
Mama, that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
I'm a baby (uh, Hov')
I just you to know (Hov')
It where I been
But where I'm to go (Hov', Hov')
Now I just 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, been the world
Ro-mancing that dance with girls
From, Club Cheetah, to Amnesia
The Peanuts in L.A., Bubblin' in
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 funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But bullshit me
C'mon, that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
I give it to me
Gimme funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't me
Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, nasty, that gushi stuff

You gotta,
it to me
Uh, uh huh