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 still hearing sirens
I'm getting chased by those lights

the light's mine and my mic's on
And my time is because I'm writing more
And I ain't here to meet a soul in this
I'm here to eat, speak until 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 them craps going on and that yak on
Soon as a touch down back from tourin'
whateva, put that on the chedda man
But in the meantime, it's Lovine time

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

I just wanna you for the rest of my life
(I don't you bitch)
I wanna you in the morning
(Ha)
Hold you through the
(Ha ha ha)

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

There's a certain mystique when I
That you notice that's sorta
'Cause you know it's me, my poetry's
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
knowing any minute I could snap
I'm the equivalent of what would if Bush rapped

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

You just ain't Zane enough to rock with
My is cock-a-doodle, my clocks cuckoo
I got loose, yeah, the whole 'Kit 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 need a fag to come and tear a new in my ass
You better me bitch

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

I just wanna love you for the rest of my
I hold you in the morning
Hold you through the

My buzz is crazy in the hood, they holla my
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 gonna front, I thought was tha shit
Then we out he fucking round with bow wow bitch
eatin' popcorn, right, rewinding the tape

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

Used to listen to Lauren and tap my feet
Then the bitch put out a CD that didn't have no
(Uh, huh)
That boy he determined not to fail

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

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

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