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

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

Niggas, I'm still grinding, I still hearing 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 here to eat, speak until these hoe's this
And I can't let y'all me, man
I got Young Kobe homey, you gotta let go off

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

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

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

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

I'm strapped, it's known any minute I could
I'm the equivalent of what would happen if Bush
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 is cock-a-doodle, my clock's coo-coo
I got screws loose, yea the kitten caboodle, I'm just brutal

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

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

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

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

I'm convinced, man, something really with these hoe's
I thought Lil' Kim was hot 'til she start fucking with her
I used to to Lauryn Hill and tap my feet
Then the bitch put out a CD, it have no beats

boy D'Angelo, he determined not to fail
That nigga went butt-ass, for his record to
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 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