Luyện nghe bài hát Luv Me

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

Trice]

Niggas im grindin
im still those sirens
im still gettin chased by those
only the lime, and my mics on
and my time is none, im writing more
and i aint here to a soul in this business
im here to eat, speak until these feel this
and i cant let derail me man
i got young homie, you gotta let go of obie
obie be back(i dont know man)
we got them goin on, and that yack goin on
soon as a nigga touch down, back tourin
its whatever, put that on the man
but in the time, its jimmy iovine time
chase cheese, rhyme my voice give out
this is it my niggaz, this we boast about
now im here, so shut your mother fuckin
and show me love

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I just wanna ya
for the rest of my life(i 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 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 what would if bush rapped
i bully these rappers so bad,
it aint even funny, i even hungry
it aint even money, you pay me enough
for you to play me, its
you just aint enough, to rock with shady
my is cockadoodle, my clock is cookoo
i got screws loose, yeh the kit n caboodle
im brutal, its not rumour, im numeral uno
assume it, theres no 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 better me, bitch

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(and all the say)

[50

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

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