Luyện nghe bài hát Love Me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

no humor in it no more, you know
I'm with a swollen bowling ball in my bag
You need a fag to come and a new hole in my ass
You better 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 wanna love you for the rest of my
I hold you in the morning
you through the night

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

Now shorty in the precinct hollerin' rape
I'm convinced man something really wrong with these
I thought 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 didn't have no beats
(Uh, huh)
boy D'Angelo he determined not to fail

That nigga butt-ass for his record to sell
My back to help Ashanti hit them high notes
And Big Ben taught Charlie to deep throat

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

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