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 can't stop the
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 stop the love
You to impress, and I leave you with less
real love for the mics that I bless, no quest

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

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

I love to see motherfuckers, that show no
And start speakin' out like a bitch when you 'em in the club
I love, when a slug cat shut
And then try to post up when they damn 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 drip
Like your man Lil' Fame, Danze and triple x

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 real love for the mics that I bless, no

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

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

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

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

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

I love seeing emcees to make
Themselves that us real niggas love to hate
It's too late, I love my Ninas and I my, fours
Blowin' holes through the doors 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 intact a deal
How I kept the newest chromes on my

I love the that rappers make the dough, without a flow
Soft niggas, that I stain, like in the snow
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, 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?

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

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

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

Yeah, you motherfuckers see it, on

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 love for the mics that I bless, no quest'

Aiyo, aiyo,
For all sucka ass niggas that 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 you can hide
(To the life)
With hot at both sides
your back open wide
Niggas from the Side