Luyện nghe bài hát Love Me

You don't see me in the
It's 'cause I'm this man

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

Only the light's and my mic's on
And my time is because I'm writing more
And I here to meet a soul in this business
I'm here to eat, speak until these hoes feel
(For sure)

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

We got craps going on and that yak going 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 boast
Now I'm here so shut motherfuckin' mouth
And show me love

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

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

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

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

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

You just ain't enough to rock with Shady
My is cock-a-doodle, my clocks cuckoo
I got screws loose, yeah, the 'Kit 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' with a swollen bowling in my bag
You need a fag to come and tear a new in my ass
You love me bitch

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

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

My buzz is in the hood, they holla my name
If it ain't about the
It's the stones and the chain
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 with bow wow bitch
Niggas popcorn, right, rewinding the tape

Now momma in the precinct hollerin' rape
I'm man something really wrong with these hoes
I thought Lil' Kim was hot then she start with her nose
(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 he determined not to fail

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

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

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