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

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

Niggas, I'm still grinding, I still hearing sirens
I'm still getting chased by those
the light's lime 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 until these feel this
And I can't let y'all me, man
I got Young homey, you gotta let go off Obie

'Cause Obie be back, we got them craps on
And that yak going on, soon as a 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 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 love you for the rest of my life
I wanna you in the morn, hold you through the night
I just wanna you for the rest of my life
I hold you in the morn, hold you through the night

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

I'm strapped, known any minute I could snap
I'm the equivalent of what would happen if Bush
I these 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 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

It's no rumor, I'm numero uno, 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 a new hole in my ass
You better love me,

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

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

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

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

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

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