Luyện nghe bài hát I Love You

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh yeah, I do for my block 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 fuck with boy, whoa
Santana 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
Well it, friendships get ended, business attended
Clips get lawyers get called, accountants get faxed
was my man, well I wish that he meant it, fuck it

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

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

Hustling, a hobby
I sit in the lobby, look at my ovie, have visions of
of lotties, pictures of blood, scenes of L
I wanna see my son, piss in that

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

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

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