Luyện nghe bài hát Love Me [DVD] [Live]

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

Niggas, I'm still grinding, I still those sirens
I'm still getting chased by lights
Only the light's lime and my on
And my time is none because I'm writing

An' I ain't here to meet a in this business
I'm here to eat, speak until these feel this
And I can't let y'all me, man
I got Kobe homey, you gotta let go off Obie

'Cause Obie be back, we got them going on
And that yak going on, soon as a touch down, back from town
It's forever, put on the cheddar, man
But in the meantime, it's Jimmy Iovine

cheese, rhyme 'til my voice give out
This is it my niggas, this we boast about
Now I'm here, so shut motherfucking mouth
And show me love,

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

There's a certain when I speak that you notice
That's sort of unique 'cause you it's me
My poetry's deep and I'm stillmatic, the way I flow to beat
You can't sit still, it's trying to smoke crack and go to sleep

I'm strapped, known any minute I could snap
I'm the equivalent of would happen if Bush rapped
I bully rappers so bad lyrically
It ain't funny, I ain't even hungry, it ain't even money

You pay me enough for you to play me
It's cockamamie you just ain't zany enough to rock Shady
My noodle is cock-a-doodle, my clock's
I got screws loose, yea the whole kitten caboodle, I'm brutal

It's no rumor, I'm numero uno, it
no humor in it, no more you know
I'm rolling a swollen bowling ball in my bag
You need a fag to come and tear a new in my ass
You better love me,

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

My is crazy in the hood, they holla my name
If it ain't about the flow, it's 'bout the stones and the
If I was you, I'd me too, I roll like a boss
Nine Eleven Porsche same as cranberry sauce

I ain't gon' front, I R. Kelly was the shit
Let me out he fucking 'round with Bow Wow bitch
eating popcorn right, rewinding the tape
Now mama in the precinct, hollering rape

I'm convinced, man, something really wrong these hoe's
I thought Lil' Kim was hot 'til she start with her nose
I used to listen to Hill and tap my feet
Then the bitch put out a CD, it didn't no beats

That boy D'Angelo, he not to fail
That nigga went butt-ass, for his to sell
My back shots'll help Ashanti hit high notes
And Big Ben taught Charli B'More to throat

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