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 to impress, and I leave you with 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

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

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

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

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

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 you with less
It's real love for the mics 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 balls to come through walls, like
(Boom)

Have an orgasm every time I the fuckin' room
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 thugs be bumpin' my shit
with heat, niggas that's deep
(I love, I love)

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

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

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

I seeing emcees struggle to make
Themselves something that us real love to hate
It's too late, I my Ninas and I love 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 a deal
How I kept the newest chromes on my

I love the fact that rappers make the dough, a flow
niggas, that I stain, like piss in the snow
I the fact that I survived through 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, a nigga's mentality
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 soldier standin' on the line, I fear none
Excuses that you me for your lyrics, I hear none

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

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

Yeah, you see it, come on

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

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

You can run ain't nowhere you can
(To the life)
With hot slugs at sides
your back open wide
Niggas from the Side