Luyện nghe bài hát Love Me

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

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

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

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

We got them craps going on and yak going on
Soon as a nigga down 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
is it my nigga, this what we boast about
Now I'm so shut your motherfuckin' mouth
And me love bitch

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

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

There's a certain when I speak
That you notice that's sorta
'Cause you know it's me, my poetry's
And I'm still matic the way I 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 snap
I'm the equivalent of what happen if Bush rapped

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

You just Zane enough to rock with Shady
My noodle is cock-a-doodle, my cuckoo
I got screws loose, yeah, the whole and Kaboodle'
I'm brutal, it's no rumor, I'm numero-uno, assume it

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

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

My buzz is crazy in the hood, they holla my
If it ain't the flow
It's about the 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 R-Kelly was tha shit
Then we out he fucking round with bow wow bitch
Niggas eatin' popcorn, right, the tape

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

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

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

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

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