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 still hearing sirens
I'm still getting chased by lights
Only the lime and my mic's on
And my time is because I'm writing more

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

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

Chase cheese, rhyme 'til my 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 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 wanna hold you in the morn, hold you the night

There's a certain mystique when I that you notice
That's sort of unique 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 crack 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 bully rappers so bad lyrically
It ain't funny, I ain't even 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 is cock-a-doodle, my clock's coo-coo
I got loose, yea the whole kitten caboodle, I'm just brutal

no rumor, I'm numero 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 better love me,

I just wanna love you for the of my life
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

My is crazy in the hood, they holla my name
If it ain't about the flow, 'bout the stones and the chain
If I was you, I'd me too, I roll 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
eating popcorn right, rewinding the tape
Now shorty mama in the precinct, rape

I'm convinced, man, something really wrong these hoe's
I thought Kim was hot 'til she start fucking with her nose
I used to listen to Lauryn Hill and tap my
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 them high
And Big Ben taught Charli B'More to deep

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