Luyện nghe bài hát I Love Music

[Verse 1: Tech
The, the, the reason that I'm
heat
It gets me cheese, why I'm in Bad Season
Was deep in beef and was needin' beats to release in evenings
Instead of me being up and bleedin' with thieves and heathens with keys and
Made it possible for the go to be profitable
Yo audible, his inaugural product popped and was plausible
God is so for giving me music!
Liftin', gettin' me though it when I was to lose it
hit Big Scoob's shit and reppin' the blue tip
Fool's when Scoob scritch, we jumped in the 2 whip
Full clips for who stick the homie for true
My crew, to music, we all living through it
Got me out of the ghetto, got me dinero
In Cozumel, Mexico shorts and Jordans and a
This gift ain't from a devil, so settle
and get this rebel music that's hot as a kettle, pendejo
Saved my life, my lights, made my wife, say "Bye Bye"
Gave my nights babes, I like my mic
never fade, forever slayed, days I write
My cheddar raised up better, way high hyped
My music's one I always get to lay my pipe
The reason Tech Nina can say "Night, night"
Blessed me, with original flow, so Hey! Why
I hear, I feel, I live, and learn
I like...

[Hook: Krizz
(I music)
Yeah, I love (I music)
For (I love music)
And I need (I music)
To (I love music)
Go and play it (I music)
Yeah, know I'm saying? (I love music)
My (I love music)
Know what I'm

[Verse 2:
Automatic when I do
Manually, daily, monthly,
I get a step closer to the coolest
Acoustic got me foolin', about to lose it. Ooh,
Jump in the grind, and my hom' Mike produced it
music pahtna
I'm just a poet incredible rhythm
Words arranged will let you know he has in him
I don't mean to toot my own horn, but toot, ha ha
I laugh because easier than do ray mi fa so la
Ti do, we know he go say what on C Note
And he can pay a C with that B Note
I'm talkin'
And I got stories that I show you that walkin proof
A miles of it and I can show you what I'm walkin' through
Music ain't a hobby, an organ, of my body, that the creator provided back in January of '92
So don't you dare say good skipped my generation
Your hatin' nothin' but motivation for these compilations
Oob!

[Verse 3: Lamar]
Music is my
The reason why I
Like Edgar Allen Poe on the beat, like a
You thought a parachute my flow just fall out the sky
you fell apart into a body part no one would buy
Nobody tried my limits they're afraid of heights
The ambition, or gravity let 'em die
I let you live a nigga compose a rhyme
Then it's like a in your ass every time
and time again I treat my pen like The Pen
Bars than Pelican Bay and I been
Servin' a sentence since the day I was ten
Nine times ten you only ten songs deep before you leap
Into a pool of sharks then
an analogy on the way I do casualties
And I do this casually
Before the verse end, I'll be in the Hall of Fame with my picture framed,

[Bridge: Kaliko]
And if it wasn't for my music, I wouldn't be here!
If it wasn't for my music, you have nothing to hear, yeah
And I love...

[Outro: Tech
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