Luyện nghe bài hát Love Me

You see me in the hood
It's 'cause I'm this man

Niggas, I'm grinding
(Yeah)
I'm still those sirens
I'm still getting chased by those

Only the light's and my mic's on
And my is none because I'm writing more
And I ain't to meet a soul in this business
I'm here to eat, until these hoes feel this
(For sure)

And I can't let derail me man
I got Kobe, homie, you gotta let go of Obie
Obie be back
(Ain't nowhere man)

We got them craps on and that yak going on
Soon as a nigga touch back from tourin'
whateva, put that on the chedda man
But in the meantime, it's Jimmy Lovine

Chase cheese, rhyme my voice give out
This is it my nigga, what we boast about
Now I'm here so shut your mouth
And me love bitch

I just wanna love you for the rest of my
(I don't you bitch)
I wanna hold you in the
(Ha)
you through the night
(Ha ha ha)

I just love you for the rest of my life
(We wanna alcohol, we wanna love guns)
I wanna hold you in the
(We wanna money)
Hold you the night
(Ha, we wanna love bitches though)

There's a mystique when I speak
That you notice that's sorta
'Cause you know me, my poetry's deep
And I'm still matic the way I to this beat

You can't sit still, it's tryin' to smoke crack
And go to sleep, I'm
Just knowing any I could snap
I'm the equivalent of what happen if Bush rapped

I bully rappers so bad lyrically
It ain't even funny, I ain't even
It ain't even money, you pay me enough
For you to play me, cockamamie

You just ain't Zane enough to with Shady
My noodle is cock-a-doodle, my cuckoo
I got screws loose, yeah, the 'Kit and Kaboodle'
I'm brutal, it's no rumor, I'm numero-uno, assume it

There's no humor in it no more, you
I'm rollin' with a bowling ball in my bag
You a fag to come and tear a new hole in my ass
You love me bitch

I just wanna you for the rest of my life
I wanna you in the morning
Hold you the night
(And all the say)

I just love you for the rest of my life
I hold you in the morning
Hold you through the

My buzz is crazy in the hood, they my name
If it about the flow
It's the stones and the chain
If I was you, I'd me too

I roll like a bus, 9-11 pulse color as cranberry sauce
I ain't front, I thought R-Kelly was tha shit
Then we find out he fucking round bow wow bitch
Niggas popcorn, right, rewinding the tape

Now shorty momma in the precinct hollerin'
I'm convinced man something really wrong these hoes
I Lil' Kim was hot then she start fucking with her nose
(Goddamn)

Used to to Lauren Hill and tap my feet
Then the bitch put out a CD that didn't no beats
(Uh, huh)
That boy D'Angelo he not to fail

That nigga went for his record to sell
My back shot to help Ashanti hit them high
And Big Ben Charlie B'more to deep throat

I wanna love you for the rest of my life
I hold you in the morning
(I the burners, the monies, the bunnies)
Hold you the night
(I just hold you)

I just wanna love you for the of my life
I hold you in the morning
(I wanna love you)
Hold you the night
(Yeah)