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 chased by those lights
Only the light's and my mic's on
And my time is none because I'm writing

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

'Cause be back, we got them craps going on
And yak going on, soon as a nigga touch 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, what we boast about
Now I'm here, so shut motherfucking mouth
And me love, bitch

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

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

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

You pay me enough for you to play me
It's cockamamie you just ain't 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 numero uno, it
There's no humor in it, no you know
I'm rolling with a swollen bowling in my bag
You need a fag to come and a new hole in my ass
You better me, bitch

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

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

I ain't front, I thought R. Kelly was the shit
Let me find out he fucking 'round Bow Wow bitch
Niggas eating popcorn right, 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 with her nose
I used to to Lauryn Hill and tap my feet
the bitch put out a CD, it didn't have no beats

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

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