Luyện nghe bài hát I Love It

I it
(Ha, I ya do)
I it
(I ya do)
I it

You need to save all your bullshit threats and
For the guy
need to act their age
And not shoe size

it raw
Spittin' til you on the floor
I make you not want you no more
You war?

Step to your make 'em dish out all the cash in the place before
I hafta punch ass in the face
Yo, yo, the thug never runnin' out of money in clubs
Got the crib the African rugs

Baggin' by the carload, they call me Mr. Charmo
Break into their crib and disconnect the Alarm-o
Yo, big fish eat little fish, you bitch
You ticklish, I niggas up like licorice

You be a big baller, but you travelin'
Talk battlin', nigga stop babblin'
Yo, when the body touches the ground
Alot of blood gushes around, my silencer the sound
Jigged out patch your glazy suits, pimpin' hoes in dukes
Beatnuts flip the amazing loot

I it
you love, losin' with a push and a shove
Whm you think OJ the glove?
I it

we bang hardcore
Make you on the hard floor
And do a on the cardboard
I it

Show me your love, from 20 stories
Above so I can my name in your blood, I love it
Why? we own cribs, own whips and chrome rims
Bone with silicone tits

I it
(I ya do, I know ya do)
I it
(I ya do, I know ya do)
I it
(I know ya do, I ya do)
I it
(I ya do, I know ya do)

You gettin'
Thinkin' of of gettin' rid of me
I on bitches like you
You ain't to me

I'll punch you while you talk on the
alone
Park, even for you in front of your home
You should stop it, you even rhyme

Seen you front like a million
Plus knuckles ain't fuckin' with mine
Can't live without the line
Busted my nine so money if you it just follow the sign

Huh, it's the programmer
Flip a beat, I'll beat ya sweet old gramma
I'm in it 400%, anybody gettin' it
Get hit a block of cement

Yo, I high like a stewardess
Fuckin' this, it's ludicrous
I just boned bitch
Now she makin' me fish

I whistle you a offbeat
Try to listen every I speak, bite my meat
Oh, was you? Pickin' up the gold lobster
I thought you one for droppin' and the most caca

Yo, I it with the deli in ten
I don't really who it offend
None of you niggas is my rent

Yo, I hope you and lots of green
If not, why you me?
Pullin' my arm, like a machine

Yo the money and run
Ju stay on some cowboy
Give me some and a fuckin' gun

I it
(I ya do, I know ya do)
I it
(I ya do, I know ya do)
I it
(I ya do, I know ya do)
I it
(I ya do, I know ya do)