Luyện nghe bài hát Luv Me

[Intro Trice]
You dont see me in the
its im doin this man

Trice]

Niggas im grindin
im hearin those sirens
im still chased by those lights
only the lights lime, and my on
and my time is none, because im more
and i aint here to meet a soul in this
im here to eat, speak until ho's feel this
and i let ya'll derail me man
i got coby homie, you gotta let go of obie
because obie be back(i dont man)
we got them craps on, and that yack goin on
as a nigga touch down, back from tourin
its whatever, put that on the man
but in the mean time, its jimmy time
chase cheese, rhyme till my voice out
this is it my niggaz, this we boast about
now im here, so shut mother fuckin mouth
and me love bitch

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

Theres a mystique, when i speak
that you notice that sort of
cause you its me, my poetry's deep
and im stillmatic the way i flow to beat
you cant sit
its like trying to smoke and go to sleep
im strapped, just knowin any minute, i snap
im the equivelent if would happen if bush rapped
i bully these rappers so bad,
it aint even funny, i aint even
it aint money, you cant pay me enough
for you to me, its cacamamy
you just aint zaney enough, to rock 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
assume it, theres no in it, no more you know
im rollin with a swollen ball in my bag
you a fag to come and tear a new hole in my ass
you better me, bitch

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(and all the say)

[50

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

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