Luyện nghe bài hát Luv Me

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

Trice]

Niggas im grindin
im still hearin sirens
im still gettin chased by those
only the lights lime, and my on
and my time is none, because im writing
and i aint here to a soul in this business
im to eat, speak until these ho's feel this
and i cant let ya'll me man
i got young coby homie, you let go of obie
because obie be back(i dont man)
we got them craps goin on, and that goin on
soon as a nigga touch down, 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 what we boast
now im here, so shut your mother mouth
and show me bitch

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

Theres a certain mystique, i speak
that you notice that sort of
you know its me, my poetry's deep
and im the way i flow to this beat
you cant sit
its trying to smoke crack and go to sleep
im strapped, just knowin any minute, i could
im the if what would happen if bush rapped
i bully rappers so bad, lyrically
it aint even funny, i aint hungry
it aint 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 loose, yeh the whole kit n caboodle
im brutal, its not rumour, im numeral uno
assume it, theres no humour in it, no more you
im with a swollen bowling ball in my bag
you need a fag to and tear a new hole in my ass
you better me, bitch

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(and all the say)

[50

My is crazy in the hood,
they my name
if it aint about the 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 thought r kelly was the
let me find out, he around with bow wow bitch
niggaz eatin popcorn, right rewinding and the
now shorty 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 to lauren hill, and tap my feet
then the bitch put out a cd that didnt no beat
that boy d'angelo, hes determined not to
that nigga went for his record to sell
my back shots are help ashanti hit high notes
and big ben taught b moore to deep throat

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