Luyện nghe bài hát Love Me

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

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

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

And I let y'all derail me man
I got Kobe, homie, you gotta let go of Obie
Obie be back
(Ain't nowhere man)

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

Chase cheese, till my voice give out
is it my nigga, this what we boast about
Now I'm here so shut motherfuckin' mouth
And show me love

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

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

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

You can't sit still, it's like tryin' to smoke
And go to sleep, I'm
Just any minute I could snap
I'm the of what would happen if Bush rapped

I these rappers so bad lyrically
It ain't even funny, I even hungry
It ain't even money, you pay me enough
For you to play me, cockamamie

You just Zane enough to rock with Shady
My noodle is cock-a-doodle, my cuckoo
I got screws loose, yeah, the whole and Kaboodle'
I'm brutal, it's no rumor, I'm numero-uno, assume it

There's no humor in it no more, you
I'm rollin' a swollen bowling ball in my bag
You need a fag to come and a new hole in my ass
You better me bitch

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

I just love 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
about the stones and the chain
If I was you, I'd me too

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

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

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

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

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

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