Luyện nghe bài hát Luv Me

[Intro Trice]
You see me in the hood
its because im this man

[Obie

im still grindin
im still those sirens
im gettin chased by those lights
the lights lime, and my mics on
and my time is none, because im writing
and i aint here to meet a soul in business
im here to eat, until these ho's feel this
and i let ya'll derail me man
i got young coby homie, you let go of obie
because be back(i dont know man)
we got them goin on, and that yack goin on
soon as a nigga down, back from tourin
its whatever, put on the cheddar man
but in the mean time, its iovine time
chase cheese, rhyme my voice give out
this is it my niggaz, this we boast about
now im here, so shut your fuckin mouth
and me love bitch

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I wanna love ya
for the of my life(i dont love you bitch)
i hold you in the morn'
you through the night

Theres a mystique, when i speak
you notice that sort of unique
cause you know its me, my poetry's
and im stillmatic the way i flow to beat
you cant sit
its like to smoke crack and go to sleep
im strapped, just knowin any minute, i snap
im the if what would happen if bush rapped
i bully these so bad, lyrically
it aint even funny, i aint even
it even money, you cant pay me enough
for you to play me, its
you aint zaney enough, to rock with shady
my is cockadoodle, my clock is cookoo
i got screws loose, yeh the whole kit n
im brutal, its not rumour, im numeral uno
it, theres no humour in it, no more you know
im rollin with a swollen bowling in my bag
you need a fag to and tear a new hole in my ass
you love me, bitch

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(and all the say)

[50

My boys is in the hood,
holler my name
if it aint about the flow its the stones and the chain(yea)
if i was you, i'd love me too, i roll like a
911 porsche, color as cranberry sauce
i aint goin front, i r kelly was the shit
let me find out, he around with bow wow bitch
niggaz eatin popcorn, right and the tape
now shorty momma in the precinct, rape
im man, something really wrong with these hos
i lil kim was hot till she started fuckin with her nose(got damn)
i used to listen to hill, and tap my feet
then the bitch put out a cd didnt have no beat
that boy d'angelo, hes not to fail
that nigga went for his record to sell
my shots are help ashanti hit them high notes
and big ben taught charlie b moore to deep

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