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

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

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

An' I ain't here to meet a soul in business
I'm here to eat, until these hoe's feel this
And I can't let derail me, man
I got Young Kobe homey, you let go off Obie

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

Chase cheese, rhyme 'til my voice out
This is it my niggas, this what we boast
Now I'm here, so shut your mouth
And me love, bitch

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

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

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

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

no rumor, I'm numero uno, assume it
There's no humor in it, no you know
I'm rolling with a swollen 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 rest of my
I wanna hold you in the morn, hold you through the
I just love you for the rest of my life
I wanna hold you in the morn, hold you the night

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

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

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

That boy D'Angelo, he determined not to
nigga went butt-ass, for his record to sell
My back shots'll help Ashanti hit them high
And Big Ben taught Charli to deep throat

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