Luyện nghe bài hát Love Me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I just wanna love you for the rest of my
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 the stones and the chain
If I was you, I'd me too

I roll like a bus, 9-11 same color as cranberry sauce
I ain't gonna front, I thought 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 rape
I'm man something 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 put out a CD that didn't have no beats
(Uh, huh)
That boy he determined not to fail

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

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