Luyện nghe bài hát Love Me

You don't see me in the
It's I'm doing this man

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

Only the mine and my mic's on
And my time is none I'm writing more
And I here to meet a soul in this business
I'm to eat, speak until these hoes feel this
(For sure)

And I can't let y'all me man
I got Kobe, homie, you gotta let go of Obie
Obie be back
(Ain't goin' 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, Jimmy Lovine time

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

I wanna love you for the rest of my life
(I love you bitch)
I hold you in the morning
(Ha)
you through the night
(Ha ha ha)

I just wanna love you for the of my life
(We wanna love alcohol, we love guns)
I hold you in the morning
(We love money)
Hold you through the
(Ha, we don't love bitches though)

There's a certain when I speak
That you notice sorta unique
you know it's me, my poetry's deep
And I'm still matic the way I flow to beat

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

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

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

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

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

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

My is crazy in the hood, they holla my name
If it ain't the flow
about the stones and the chain
If I was you, I'd me too

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

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

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

That went butt-ass for his record to sell
My back to help Ashanti hit them high notes
And Big Ben taught B'more to deep throat

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

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