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

You see me in the hood
It's I'm doing this man

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

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

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

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

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

a certain mystique when I speak that you notice
That's sort of 'cause you know it's me
My poetry's deep and I'm stillmatic, the way I flow to this
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 what would if Bush rapped
I bully rappers so bad lyrically
It ain't even funny, I ain't even hungry, it even money

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

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

I just wanna love you for the of my life
I wanna hold you in the morn, you through the night
I just wanna love you for the rest of my
I hold you in the morn, hold you through 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 me too, I roll like a boss
Nine Eleven Porsche same as cranberry sauce

I gon' front, I thought R. Kelly was the shit
Let me find out he fucking 'round Bow Wow bitch
Niggas popcorn right, rewinding the tape
Now shorty in the precinct, hollering rape

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

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

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