Luyện nghe bài hát I Luv

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Have an orgasm every time I clear the fuckin'
Nah, not yet
(Niggas is gone)
I need to see you son of a sweat
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 thugs be my shit
Niggas with heat, niggas that's
(I love, I love)

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

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

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

I love seeing emcees to make
Themselves something that us niggas love to hate
It's too late, I love my Ninas and I my, fours
Blowin' holes through the project doors in, knive wars,

I love the feeling, and the that I get
From, Sam, run the Rolex watch the diamond begets
I love, how my life was intact without a
How I the newest chromes on my automobile

I love the fact rappers make the dough, without a flow
Soft niggas, that I stain, like in the snow
I love the fact that I survived the roughest 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 lettin' shit, the fuck is this?

Niggas shots on New York, I get my vest on
Twenty clips in my mic, I get my bless on
Loan standin' on the front line, I fear none
Excuses that you me for your lyrics, I hear none

You niggs ain't no real
You Sam Goody ass niggas can't write suckin' down trees
So I love, at you niggas, while you clappin' at me
I split your head shot from man, while he's slappin' at me

I feel the hits your rounds
Your hollow points make a wobble
But, I won't down

Yeah, you see it, come on

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

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

You can run ain't nowhere you can
(To the life)
With hot slugs at both
Split your back wide
Niggas the East Side