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

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

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

I to see motherfuckers, that show no love
And speakin' out like a bitch when you catch 'em in the club
I love, when a cat shut down
And then try to up when they damn near 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, that rap and still drip checks
Like your man Lil' Fame, Bill Danze and 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 what I love
(What's that?)
It's when motherfuckers
That they ass can't get 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 to see you son of a bitches sweat
What I got, son, my is prop', son
(I love)

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

Niggas that the streets
(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, slide

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 I bless, no quest'

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

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

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

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

It's a to see me emcee
It's so hard, this lyrical brutality, feed's a nigga's
I love, you niggas claim to be great
your mob ain't never lettin' shit, what the fuck 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 give me for lyrics, I hear none

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

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

Yeah, you motherfuckers see it, on

mine'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 that I bless, no

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, ain't

You can run ain't you can hide
(To the life)
With hot slugs at both
Split back open wide
Niggas from the Side