Luyện nghe bài hát I Luv

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

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 less
real love for the mics that I bless, no quest

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

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

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

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

What's I love, and I fight, push to shove
to hand?, but you can't stop the love
You to impress, and I leave you with less
It's love 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 in the afternoon
I got the to come through your walls, like
(Boom)

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

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

Niggas that 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 homicide side, slide

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 with
It's real for the mics that I bless, no quest'

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

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

I the feeling, and the rush that I get
From, Sam, run the watch with the diamond begets
I love, how my life was intact a deal
How I the newest chromes on my automobile

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

It's a to see me emcee
It's so hard, lyrical brutality, feed's a nigga's mentality
I love, when you niggas to be great
Knowin' your mob ain't lettin' shit, what the fuck is this?

bustin' 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 give me for your lyrics, I none

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

I the hits from your rounds
Your hollow make a nigga wobble
But, I fall down

Yeah, you motherfuckers see it, on

mine'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
real love for the mics that I bless, no quest'

Aiyo, aiyo,
For all them sucka ass niggas don't 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)
hot slugs at both sides
Split your back wide
from the East Side