Luyện nghe bài hát I Luv

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 you with less
It's love for the mics that I bless, no quest'

Aiyo, you what I love
(What's that?)
It's when assume
That they ass can't get popped at 12 in the afternoon
I got the balls to through your walls, like
(Boom)

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

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

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

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

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

I love seeing struggle to make
Themselves something that us real niggas to hate
It's too late, I love my Ninas and I love my,
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 without a deal
How I kept the newest chromes on my

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 break the mic when I want, with the of rhymes

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

Niggas bustin' on New York, I get my vest on
Twenty rhyme 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 without suckin' trees
So I love, laughin' at you niggas, while you at me
I split your head shot your man, while he's slappin' at me

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

Yeah, you see it, come on

What's mine's I love, and I fight, to shove
Hand to hand?, but you stop the love
You to impress, and I leave you with less
real 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. me, baby, ain't nowhere

You can run ain't you can hide
(To the life)
With hot at both sides
Split your back open
from the East Side