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 stop the love
You push to impress, and I you with less
It's love for the mics that 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 with
It's real love for the mics I bless, no quest

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

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

I to see motherfuckers, that 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 when damn near cut his ass down

I love, trying to 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
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, you know I love
(What's that?)
It's when motherfuckers
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 to see you son of a bitches sweat
I got, son, my shit is prop', son
(I love)

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

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

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 for the mics that I bless, no quest'

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

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

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

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

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

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

You niggs ain't no real
You Sam Goody ass niggas write without suckin' down trees
So I love, at you niggas, while you clappin' at me
I your head shot from 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 motherfuckers see it, on

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'

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

You can run nowhere you can hide
(To the life)
hot slugs at both sides
Split your back wide
from the East Side