Luyện nghe bài hát Love Me

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

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

Only the light's and my mic's on
And my is none because I'm writing more
And I here to meet a soul in this business
I'm here to eat, 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 nowhere man)

We got craps going 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 Lovine

Chase cheese, rhyme till my give out
This is it my nigga, this what we about
Now I'm here so shut your motherfuckin'
And me love bitch

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

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

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

You can't sit still, it's tryin' 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 even 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 Zane enough to rock with
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' a swollen bowling ball in my bag
You a fag to come and tear a new hole in my ass
You better me bitch

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

I just love you for the rest of my life
I wanna you in the morning
Hold you the night

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

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

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

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

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

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

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