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

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
real love for the mics that I bless, no quest

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

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

I love to see motherfuckers, that show no
And start speakin' out like a when 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, to reach all parts of the map
On a Ninja, with a big Buddha on a back
I love, cats that rap and still drip
Like man Lil' Fame, Bill Danze and triple x

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 real love for the 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 sweat
What I got, son, my is prop', son
(I love)

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

Niggas regulate the streets
(Sho' nuff)
Mic blessin, and Wessun caressin'
With the Storm impression
(First family)
The lesson, I advise if your not ready to
On the side, nigga slide

What's mine's I love, and I fight, to shove
Hand to hand?, but you stop the love
You push to impress, and I leave you less
It's real for the mics that I bless, no quest'

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

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

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

I love the fact that rappers the dough, without 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 roughest of

It's a luxury to see me
It's so hard, this lyrical brutality, feed's a nigga's
I love, you niggas claim to be great
Knowin' your mob ain't never lettin' shit, the fuck is this?

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

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

I feel the hits from your
Your hollow points 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 push to impress, and I you with less
real love for the mics 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. me, baby, ain't nowhere

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