Luyện nghe bài hát I Love You

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

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

They don't me
It's not logic, I'm not logic, I got
I worship the late prophet, the great Ali
For the words that he spoke, that stung a bee

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

Homie, I still smell the rotten that lay
in ground zero, forgotten, left in for days
Probably left there to stay, to decay
Broken pieces of towers, left in graves

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

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

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

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

I seen it time, business and
fuck it, friendships get ended, business attended
Clips get extended get called, accountants get faxed
That was my man, well I wish that he it, fuck it

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

to the block, sharing a lobster
Morris Malone, Sam Malone, the vodka, holla
Hallelujah, no hum-du Allah, but my Aki
He held me down, when it was real Rocky

Hustling, isn't a
I sit in the lobby, look at my ovie, have of Gotti
Visions of lotties, of blood, scenes of L
I wanna see my son, in that potty

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

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

This shit right touched my soul, man
My grandmother or something, 56 her soul
Apartment 56 that is, 101, west Street
Rest in Liddiah Giles, blood shed
Let's get our now