Luyện nghe bài hát I Luv

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

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

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

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

I love to see motherfuckers, show no love
And start speakin' out like a bitch when you 'em in the club
I love, a slug cat shut down
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 on a back
I love, that rap and still drip checks
Like your man Lil' Fame, Bill and triple x

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'

Aiyo, you what I love
(What's that?)
when motherfuckers assume
That they ass get popped at 12 o'clock 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 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 is when thugs be bumpin' my shit
Niggas with heat, that's deep
(I love, I love)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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?

Niggas shots on New York, I get my vest on
rhyme clips in my mic, I get my bless on
Loan soldier on the front line, I fear none
that you give me for your lyrics, I hear none

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

I feel the hits your rounds
Your hollow points a nigga wobble
But, I fall 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 stop the
You push to impress, and I you with less
It's real love for the mics 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 nowhere you can
(To the life)
With hot slugs at sides
your back open wide
Niggas from the East