Luyện nghe bài hát Luv Me

[Intro Obie
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 meet a in this business
im here to eat, speak these ho's feel this
and i cant let derail me man
i got coby homie, you gotta let go of obie
because obie be back(i dont man)
we got them craps on, and that yack goin on
soon as a nigga touch down, back tourin
its whatever, put that on the man
but in the mean time, its jimmy time
cheese, rhyme till my voice give out
this is it my niggaz, what we boast about
now im here, so shut your mother fuckin
and me love bitch

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I just wanna 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, when i
that you notice that sort of
cause you know its me, my poetry's
and im stillmatic the way i flow to this
you sit still
its like trying to crack and go to sleep
im strapped, just knowin any minute, i could
im the equivelent if would happen if bush rapped
i bully rappers so bad, lyrically
it aint funny, i aint even hungry
it aint money, you cant pay me enough
for you to me, its cacamamy
you just aint zaney enough, to rock with
my noodle is cockadoodle, my is cookoo
i got screws loose, yeh the whole kit n
im just brutal, its not rumour, im uno
assume it, no humour in it, no more you know
im rollin with a swollen bowling 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 boys is in the hood,
they holler my
if it aint about the flow its bout the and the chain(yea)
if i was you, i'd love me too, i roll a boss
911 porsche, color as cranberry sauce
i aint goin front, i thought r was the shit
let me find out, he around with bow wow bitch
niggaz eatin popcorn, right rewinding and the
now shorty momma in the precinct, rape
im convinced man, something really wrong with hos
i thought lil kim was hot she started fuckin with her nose(got damn)
i used to listen to lauren hill, and tap my
then the put out a cd that didnt have no beat
boy d'angelo, hes determined not to fail
that nigga went for his record to sell
my back shots are help ashanti hit high notes
and big ben taught charlie b moore to throat

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