Luyện nghe bài hát Love Me

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

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

the light's mine and my mic's on
And my time is because I'm writing more
And I here to meet a soul in this business
I'm here to eat, speak until these feel this
(For sure)

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

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

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

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

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

There's a certain mystique when I
you notice that's sorta unique
'Cause you it's me, my poetry's deep
And I'm matic the way I flow to this beat

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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