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

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

Niggas, I'm still grinding, I hearing those sirens
I'm still getting by those lights
Only the light's 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, speak these hoe's feel this
And I can't let y'all me, man
I got Kobe homey, you gotta let go off Obie

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

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

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

a certain mystique when I speak that you notice
That's of unique '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 like trying to smoke and go to sleep

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

You can't pay me 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 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 need a fag to come and tear a new in my ass
You better love me,

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

My is crazy in the hood, they holla 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 roll a boss
Nine Eleven Porsche same as cranberry sauce

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

I'm convinced, man, really wrong with these hoe's
I thought Lil' Kim was hot 'til she fucking with her nose
I used to listen to Lauryn Hill and tap my
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 back help Ashanti hit them 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, hold you through the
I wanna love you for the rest of my life
I wanna you in the morn, hold you through the night