Luyện nghe bài hát I Love You

Yuh dip set,
Luca, fuck with boy
Santana, with your boy
You know, I'm feelin' like again
My to fight

People say my is backwards
I tell them, sincerely, clearly, you hearing me backwards
I 'em I'm great, but still I need practice
I tell them to wait, go and quick

They understand me
not logic, I'm not logic, I got problems
I worship the late prophet, the Muhammad Ali
For the words that he spoke, that like a bee

Soaked into me, you fucker's see
But still I'm insane, I'm rod man, my brain
I'm grinding sharing my pain, shit, where is the
My niggaz, they rhyming, still in the game
Still grindin', dealing the cane
cockin' shit at your brain

Homie, I still smell the people that lay
Down in ground zero, forgotten, left in for
Probably left there to stay, to decay
pieces of towers, left in their graves

I pray let them be saved, till then, that's just a suggestion I
You follow me homie, listen, I my ways
To cocaine, weapons spray, at your face motherfucker
It's Santana the great motherfucker, in the place
Stay away motherfucka 'cause I'm
to the top motherfucka Diplomat Taliban
Slash rock

Oh yeah, I do this for my motherfucka
D train, Al Gator, pop
Young drugs, young twins, Bug
The niggaz I love, my niggaz, my

Now, fuck with your boy
Jones, killa, Freaky, come with your boy, whoa
It's Santana again nigga, no bandanas just him
In the flesh motherfucka,

Yeah, I can this, yo man I got to get this out
Let's do it my nigga, it's my heart right here nigga
Go

I it time, business and friendship
Well fuck it, get ended, business attended
Clips get lawyers get called, accountants get faxed
That was my man, I wish that he meant it, fuck it

It's a long time, hearin' the mobsters
ain't overnight, it's years in the process
Shed a tear in the process, now is over
All my niggaz get prepared for the

Back to the block, sharing a
Morris Malone, Sam Malone, the vodka, holla
Hallelujah, no Allah, but respecting my Aki
He held me down, when it was getting real

Hustling, a hobby
I sit in the lobby, look at my ovie, visions of Gotti
Visions of lotties, of blood, scenes of L
I see my son, piss in that potty

Jimmy, I'm going to make sure your wrist is Rocky
See my plans are for long term like Mr.
Wax on, wax off, put our wax on, take that off

Over some nights, I had fights over the
The roads to the lows, I what it's like
Now, niggaz career like Mike anyone
Tyson, Jordan, Jackson, over

This shit here touched my soul, man
My grandmother or something, 56 bless her
56 that is, 101, west 140th Street
Rest in Liddiah Giles, blood shed
get our shit now