Luyện nghe bài hát Young Luv

Fresh out this bitch
Hay in the of the barn don
Super hoe puttin on the show
Inside the mansion had bitches dancin
and the bitch you aint ready
My is 2 percent head
98 shaft heavy
Steadily long strokin
P stands for
y'all parlaying
I'm in the
Diggin her back shorty hollerin
girl
Took a of the shit
I got her in the
her legs back she wet too
Perverted niggas do type of shit all day
modernize em
Up to my
bitches got ran through
1997 that hoe
She blessed the God though
Word Up son you what Im sayin
You know how go though
Caligula style young
actress
Superstar porno on the mattress
Lookin like Jada
I it
The vultures it
Money No raped it
it
Handy Cam
The is blowin me
My dick went
Luv
Scrubbin that with Dove
Potpourri bitches get fucked and plugged
So lady cop, and librarians
Midtown class hoe with pearl earrings
Bump into a true to life like me
Beat you over the head G
Drag you to the cage
And let this nigga coach boo
that ass
Put it on

Hey Luv
Luv Young Luv

Left it in the
have been we don't love em
Before you it foul
Let me put you on
88 had a vision on rap shit
Not it would happen
Down the gold status
But back
was this one little chick
That I to hit get with
The whole
14 my G
me
I had to her
Had a nigga me losin Zs
No
Fucked up in the head over her
Even thought goin downtown
I know niggas out there that would have felt the same way
It was the in me
Actually crossed my mind
and once again
We bumped
A gesture
Suggested I was dead like a crackhead
Didn't even give a real
But it
can I say
I tried to put my little bid and kept
Nigga on
You a man
No matter what it take we're hold the upper hand
beats
Six later son it was done
The Infamous Deep
you stuck off the Shook Ones
And then funniest thing after a show
I peeped
Who didn't me play back in the day
It was all
Hold no gave her a hug
Whats the baby
She was you
nah up
You me
Doin my thing tryin to
Asked if I was busy could I chill her in her crib
No
But we can up in the Ramada
is a bitch
Once I get it there I got her in the
E&J dick popped the
the little hoe with no dough and got jetty
the God boo
You how we do
It's explainable

But we capable
The turntables beat you in own game
Enough
victim caught up in fame's web

Young Luv Luv