Luyện nghe bài hát Luv Me

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

[Obie

Niggas im still
im still those sirens
im gettin chased by those lights
the lights lime, and my mics on
and my time is none, im writing 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 young coby homie, you gotta let go of
because obie be back(i dont man)
we got them craps goin on, and yack goin on
soon as a nigga touch down, from tourin
its whatever, put that on the man
but in the mean time, its jimmy iovine
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 love

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I wanna love ya
for the of my life(i dont love you bitch)
i wanna hold you in the
hold you 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 sit still
its like trying to smoke and go to sleep
im strapped, just knowin any minute, i snap
im the if what would happen if bush rapped
i these rappers so bad, lyrically
it aint even funny, i aint hungry
it aint money, you cant pay me enough
for you to me, its cacamamy
you aint zaney enough, to rock with shady
my noodle is cockadoodle, my clock is
i got screws loose, yeh the whole kit n
im just brutal, its not rumour, im uno
it, theres no humour in it, no more you know
im rollin with a swollen ball in my bag
you need a fag to come and tear a new in my ass
you love me, bitch

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(and all the say)

[50

My is crazy in the hood,
holler my name
if it aint the flow its bout the stones and the chain(yea)
if i was you, i'd me too, i roll like a boss
911 porsche, same color as cranberry
i goin front, i thought r kelly was the shit
let me find out, he fucked with bow wow bitch
eatin popcorn, right rewinding and the tape
now shorty 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 to lauren hill, and tap my feet
then the bitch put out a cd didnt have no beat
that boy d'angelo, hes determined not to
that nigga went buttass for his to sell
my back shots are help ashanti hit them notes
and big ben taught charlie b moore to throat

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