Luyện nghe bài hát Young Luv

Fresh out bitch pussy
Hay in the of the barn don
Super hoe on the freak show
Inside the mini mansion had bitches
and the naked bitch you aint
My is 2 percent head
98 percent shaft
long strokin shit
P for penetration
While y'all
I'm in the
Diggin her back while hollerin
Candy
Took a blast of the
I got her in the
Pushin her legs she wet too
niggas do this type of shit all day
Sodomize em
Up to my
1996 got ran through
cancel that hoe
She the God well though
Word Up son you what Im sayin
You how that go though
style young love
Model
Superstar star on the mattress
Lookin like Jada
I it
The grabbed it
No date raped it
it
Handy Cam
The is blowin me
My went soft
Luv
Scrubbin crotch with Dove
Potpourri bitches get fucked and plugged
So lady cop, secretaries and
Midtown class hoe with pearl earrings
Bump into a to life vulture like me
Beat you over the with 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
Must been we don't love em
Before you it foul
Let me put you on
88 had a on some rap shit
Not knowin it would
Down the road gold
But back
was this one little chick
That I to hit get with
The shit
14 my G
me
I had to her
Had a nigga like me Zs
No
Fucked up in the head her physique
Even about goin downtown
I know there's niggas out there that have felt the same way
It was the in me
Actually crossed my mind
Finally and once
We heads
A gesture
Suggested that I was dead a crackhead
Didn't even a nigga real
But it
can I say
I to put my little bid and kept livin
move on
You a man
No matter it take we're gonna hold the upper hand
beats
Six years later son it was
The Mobb Deep
Left you stuck off the Ones
And then funniest after a show backstage
I chick
Who give me play back in the day
It was all
Hold no grudge her a hug
the drilly baby
She was you
nah up
You me
Doin my thing tryin to
Asked if I was busy I chill with her in her crib
No
But we can chill up in the
Payback is a
Once I get it there I got her in the
E&J popped the cherry
Left the little hoe with no dough and got
the God boo
You how we do
It's self

But highly we
The turntables beat you in your own
Enough
Another victim up in fame's web

Young Luv Luv