Luyện nghe bài hát Luv Me

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

Trice]

Niggas im still
im hearin those sirens
im still gettin chased by lights
the lights lime, and my mics on
and my time is none, im writing more
and i aint to meet a soul in this business
im here to eat, speak until ho's feel this
and i cant let derail me man
i got young homie, you gotta let go of obie
because obie be back(i know man)
we got them craps on, and that 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, till my voice give out
this is it my niggaz, this what we boast
now im here, so shut your mother fuckin
and show me love

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I just love ya
for the rest of my life(i love you bitch)
i wanna hold you in the
hold you through the

Theres a certain mystique, i speak
that you that sort of unique
you know its me, my poetry's deep
and im stillmatic the way i flow to beat
you cant sit
its like trying to crack and go to sleep
im strapped, just any minute, i could snap
im the equivelent if what would happen if rapped
i bully these so bad, lyrically
it aint funny, i aint even hungry
it even money, you cant pay me enough
for you to play me, its
you just aint zaney enough, to rock shady
my is cockadoodle, my clock is cookoo
i got screws loose, yeh the kit n caboodle
im just brutal, its not rumour, im uno
assume it, theres no humour in it, no more you
im with a swollen bowling ball in my bag
you need a fag to come and a new hole in my ass
you love me, bitch

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(and all the say)

[50

My boys is in the hood,
they my name
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 color as cranberry
i aint front, i thought r kelly was the shit
let me find out, he fucked around with bow wow
niggaz eatin popcorn, right and the tape
now momma in the precinct, hollerin rape
im convinced man, something wrong with these hos
i lil kim was hot till she started fuckin with her nose(got damn)
i used to listen to hill, and tap my feet
then the bitch put out a cd didnt have no beat
boy d'angelo, hes determined not to fail
that went buttass for his record to sell
my back shots are help hit them high notes
and big ben taught charlie b moore to throat

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