Luyện nghe bài hát Luv Me

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

[Obie

Niggas im grindin
im still those sirens
im still gettin chased by those
only the lights lime, and my on
and my time is none, because im writing
and i aint here to meet a soul in business
im here to eat, speak these ho's feel this
and i let ya'll derail me man
i got young coby homie, you let go of obie
because be back(i dont know man)
we got them craps goin on, and that yack on
soon as a nigga down, back 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, what we boast about
now im here, so shut mother fuckin mouth
and show me bitch

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I just wanna ya
for the of my life(i dont love you bitch)
i hold you in the morn'
hold you the night

Theres a certain mystique, when i
that you notice sort of unique
you know its me, my poetry's deep
and im stillmatic the way i flow to this
you cant sit
its like trying to smoke and go to sleep
im strapped, just knowin any minute, i could
im the equivelent if what happen if bush rapped
i these rappers so bad, lyrically
it aint even funny, i aint hungry
it aint even money, you cant pay me
for you to me, its cacamamy
you just aint zaney enough, to rock with
my is cockadoodle, my clock is cookoo
i got loose, yeh the whole kit n caboodle
im just brutal, its not rumour, im uno
assume it, no humour in it, no more you know
im rollin with a swollen ball in my bag
you need a fag to and tear a new hole in my ass
you better me, bitch

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(and all the say)

[50

My boys is in the hood,
they holler my
if it about the flow its bout the stones 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 out, he fucked around with bow wow bitch
niggaz eatin popcorn, rewinding and the tape
now momma in the precinct, hollerin rape
im convinced man, something really with these hos
i thought lil kim was hot till she fuckin with her nose(got damn)
i used to listen to hill, and tap my feet
the bitch put out a cd that didnt have no beat
that boy d'angelo, hes not to fail
that went buttass for his record to sell
my back shots are ashanti hit them high notes
and big ben taught charlie b moore to throat

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