Luyện nghe bài hát Love Me

You see me in the hood
'cause I'm doing this man

Niggas, I'm still
(Yeah)
I'm still hearing sirens
I'm still chased by those lights

Only the mine and my mic's on
And my time is because I'm writing more
And I ain't to meet a soul in this business
I'm here to eat, speak until these hoes this
(For sure)

And I can't let derail me man
I got young Kobe, homie, you let go of Obie
'Cause Obie be
(Ain't goin' man)

We got them craps going on and that yak on
Soon as a nigga touch back from tourin'
whateva, put that on the chedda man
But in the meantime, Jimmy Lovine time

Chase cheese, rhyme my voice give out
This is it my nigga, this what we about
Now I'm here so your motherfuckin' mouth
And me love bitch

I just wanna love you for the rest of my
(I love you bitch)
I hold you in the morning
(Ha)
Hold you through the
(Ha ha ha)

I just wanna love you for the rest of my
(We wanna alcohol, we wanna love guns)
I hold you in the morning
(We wanna money)
Hold you through the
(Ha, we don't love bitches though)

There's a mystique when I speak
That you that's sorta unique
you know it's me, my poetry's deep
And I'm still matic the way I to this beat

You can't sit still, like tryin' to smoke crack
And go to sleep, I'm
Just knowing any minute I could
I'm the equivalent of what would happen if Bush

I bully these rappers so bad
It ain't even funny, I even hungry
It ain't even money, you can't pay me
For you to play me, it's

You just ain't Zane enough to rock with
My noodle is cock-a-doodle, my cuckoo
I got screws loose, yeah, the 'Kit and Kaboodle'
I'm just brutal, no rumor, I'm numero-uno, assume it

no humor in it no more, you know
I'm rollin' with a bowling ball in my bag
You a fag to come and tear a new hole in my ass
You better me bitch

I wanna love you for the rest of my life
I wanna hold you in the
you through the night
(And all the say)

I just wanna you for the rest of my life
I wanna hold you in the
Hold you through the

My is crazy in the hood, they holla my name
If it about the flow
It's about the stones and the
If I was you, I'd me too

I roll like a bus, 9-11 pulse color as cranberry sauce
I ain't gonna front, I R-Kelly was tha shit
Then we find out he fucking round with bow wow
Niggas popcorn, right, rewinding the tape

Now shorty momma in the precinct rape
I'm convinced man something really wrong with these
I thought Lil' Kim was hot then she start fucking with her
(Goddamn)

Used to listen to Lauren Hill and tap my
the bitch put out a CD that didn't have no beats
(Uh, huh)
That boy D'Angelo he determined not to

That went butt-ass for his record to sell
My back shot to help Ashanti hit high notes
And Big Ben taught B'more to deep throat

I just wanna love you for the rest of my
I hold you in the morning
(I the burners, the monies, the bunnies)
Hold you the night
(I wanna hold you)

I just love you for the rest of my life
I wanna you in the morning
(I just wanna you)
Hold you the night
(Yeah)