Luyện nghe bài hát Luv Me

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

Trice]

Niggas im grindin
im hearin those sirens
im still gettin chased by those
the lights lime, and my mics on
and my is none, because im writing more
and i aint here to a soul in this business
im here to eat, speak until these ho's this
and i cant let ya'll me man
i got young coby homie, you gotta let go of
because obie be back(i know man)
we got craps goin 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 iovine time
chase cheese, till my voice give out
is it my niggaz, this what we boast about
now im here, so shut your fuckin mouth
and me love bitch

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

Theres a certain mystique, when i
that you notice that of unique
cause you its me, my poetry's deep
and im the way i flow to this beat
you sit still
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 bully these rappers so bad,
it aint even funny, i aint even
it aint even money, you cant pay me
for you to play me, its
you just zaney enough, to rock with shady
my noodle is cockadoodle, my is cookoo
i got screws loose, yeh the whole kit n
im brutal, its not rumour, im numeral uno
assume it, theres no humour in it, no more you
im rollin a swollen bowling ball in my bag
you a fag to come and tear a new hole in my ass
you better me, bitch

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(and all the say)

[50

My is crazy in the hood,
holler my name
if it aint about the 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 sauce
i aint goin front, i r kelly was the shit
let me find out, he around with bow wow bitch
niggaz eatin popcorn, right and the tape
now shorty momma in the precinct, hollerin
im convinced man, really wrong with these hos
i thought lil kim was hot 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 that didnt have no
that boy d'angelo, hes determined not to
that nigga went for his record to sell
my back shots are help ashanti hit them notes
and big ben charlie b moore to deep throat

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