Luyện nghe bài hát Love Me

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

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

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 these hoes feel this
(For sure)

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

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

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

I just wanna love you for the rest of my
(I don't you bitch)
I hold you in the morning
(Ha)
Hold you through the
(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)
you through the night
(Ha, we don't love bitches though)

There's a certain mystique I speak
That you notice that's sorta
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 crack
And go to sleep, I'm
Just any minute I could snap
I'm the equivalent of what would happen if rapped

I bully these so bad lyrically
It ain't funny, I ain't 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 with Shady
My noodle is cock-a-doodle, my clocks
I got screws loose, yeah, the '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 with a swollen bowling ball in my bag
You a fag to come and tear a new hole in my ass
You love me bitch

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

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

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

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

Now shorty momma in the precinct hollerin'
I'm convinced man something really 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 that have no beats
(Uh, huh)
boy D'Angelo he determined not to fail

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

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