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

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

Niggas, I'm still grinding, I still hearing those
I'm still getting by those lights
Only the lime and my mic's on
And my is none because 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 let y'all derail me, man
I got Young homey, you gotta let go off Obie

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

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

I just love 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 wanna hold you in the morn, hold you through the

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

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

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

It's no rumor, I'm uno, assume it
There's no humor in it, no you know
I'm rolling with a bowling ball in my bag
You need a fag to and tear a new hole in my ass
You love me, bitch

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

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 find out he fucking with Bow Wow bitch
Niggas eating right, rewinding the tape
Now shorty mama in the precinct, hollering

I'm convinced, man, really 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 have no beats

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

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