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, Hova

I'm a hustler (I'm a hustler)
I just 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 love you)
But be who I am (you know you me)
And all this cash (mo' money, mo' problems)
You'll forget man
Now it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi
But bullshit me
C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi

When the Remi's in the system, ain't no
Will I fuck 'em will I diss 'em, that's what they be
I'm a by blood, not relation
Y'all be chasin', I them, huh?
Drunk off Crist', on E
Can't keep her model hands off me
in the club, high, singing off key
"And I wish I met her at all"
It gets better, ordered 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 somewhere private where we can fashion
Like, blouse, Gucci bra
Filth jeans, take that off

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

Yeah, save the narrative, you it for marriage
Let's it real ma, you savin' it for karats
You see how far I'm a go
How, I'ma 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 nice
Ma, but you really gotta ride nice
Know how to work your hips and your head's
Profess you love the Hov', and never 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, sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But bullshit me
C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that stuff
I said it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that stuff
But bullshit me
Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, gushi stuff
I'm a hustler (uh, Hov')
I just want you to (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 with all this (mo' money, mo' problems)
forget your man

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

it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, gushi stuff
But bullshit 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 stuff
But bullshit me
Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, gushi stuff

You gotta,
it to me
Uh, uh huh