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

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

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

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

I love, trying to all parts of the map
On a Ninja, with a big bitch on a back
I love, cats that rap and drip checks
your man Lil' 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 to impress, and I leave you with less
It's real love for the mics that I bless, no

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

an orgasm 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)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It's a luxury to see me
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 never lettin' shit, what the is this?

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 front line, I 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 suckin' down trees
So I love, laughin' at you niggas, while you at me
I split head shot from your man, while he's slappin' at me

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

Yeah, you see it, come on

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

Aiyo, aiyo,
For all them 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 nowhere you can hide
(To the life)
hot slugs at both sides
Split your back wide
Niggas the East Side