Luyện nghe bài hát I Luv

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What's mine's I love, and I fight, to shove
Hand to hand?, but you can't the love
You push to impress, and I leave you less
It's real for the mics that I bless, no quest'

mine's I love, and I fight, push to shove
Hand to hand?, but you can't stop the
You to impress, and I leave you with less
It's real love for the mics I bless, no quest

stop the love, I know you sayin' I'ma young nigga
Don't get it fucked up 'cause I move them thug niggas
From old, to life we straight light
Bring light to the nights

Blast, blast, P in your
(M, O)
a move and them cats might bury ya
Now that trapped and your fuckin' with thugs
Let me tell your ass what I love

I love to see motherfuckers, show no love
And start speakin' out a bitch when you catch 'em in the club
I love, when a slug cat down
And then try to post up when damn near cut his ass down

I love, trying to reach all of the map
On a Ninja, with a big Buddha bitch on a
I love, cats that rap and still checks
Like your man Fame, Bill Danze and triple x

mine's I love, and I fight, push to shove
Hand to hand?, but you can't the love
You to impress, and I leave you with less
It's real for the mics that I bless, no quest'

Aiyo, you know what I
(What's that?)
It's motherfuckers assume
That they ass can't get popped at 12 o'clock in the
I got the balls to come your walls, like
(Boom)

Have an orgasm every I clear the fuckin' room
Nah, not yet
(Niggas is gone)
I need to see you son of a bitches
I got, son, my shit is prop', son
(I love)

With Prem' in the seat and Freddie Fox ridin' shotgun
is the ultimate
(Stop son)
Somethin' I love is when be bumpin' my shit
with heat, niggas that's deep
(I love, I love)

Niggas that the streets
(Sho' nuff)
Mic blessin, and Wessun caressin'
With the Desert Storm
(First family)
The lesson, I advise if your not to ride
On the side, nigga slide

What's I love, and I fight, push to shove
Hand to hand?, but you can't the love
You push to impress, and I leave you with
It's real love for the mics I bless, no quest'

I love that are hardcore, dirty and raw
I love takin' niggas burners when they scared to
I plottin' on my enemies, I love to attack
I love beatin' niggas down when rhymes is whack

I love emcees struggle to make
Themselves something that us real love to hate
too late, I love my Ninas and I love my, fours
Blowin' holes through the project in, knive wars, nigga

I love the feeling, and the rush I get
From, Sam, run the Rolex with the diamond begets
I love, how my life was without a deal
How I kept the chromes on my automobile

I the fact that rappers make the dough, without a flow
Soft niggas, I stain, like piss in the snow
I love the fact that I survived through the of times
And the mic when I want, with the roughest of rhymes

It's a to see me emcee
so hard, this lyrical brutality, feed's a nigga's mentality
I love, when you niggas claim to be
Knowin' your mob ain't never shit, what the fuck is this?

bustin' shots on New York, I get my vest on
Twenty rhyme clips in my mic, I get my on
Loan soldier standin' on the front line, I none
Excuses that you give me for your lyrics, I none

You niggs ain't no real
You Sam Goody ass can't write without suckin' down trees
So I love, at you niggas, while you clappin' at me
I split your shot from your man, while he's slappin' at me

I feel the hits from rounds
Your hollow points a nigga wobble
But, I fall down

Yeah, you motherfuckers see it, on

What's I love, and I fight, push to shove
Hand to hand?, but you stop the love
You push to impress, and I you with less
It's love for the mics that I bless, no quest'

Aiyo, aiyo,
For all them sucka ass niggas that don't know,
I crawl up out the
And I got M.O.P. with me, baby, nowhere

You can run ain't nowhere you can
(To the life)
With hot at both sides
Split back open wide
Niggas from the East