Luyện nghe bài hát Luv Me

1]
[Obie
don't see me in the hood
it's i'm doing this man

Trice]
Nigga's I'm grindin (yeah...)
I'm still hearin sirens
I'm still gettin chased by those
the light's lime and my mic's on
And my time is none because I'm more
And I ain't here to a soul in this business
I'm here to eat, speak untill these feel this {fo sho...}
and I can't let yall me man
I got young coby, homie, you gotta let go of
cause Obie be (ain't goin no where man) we got them craps goin on
and that yak on
soon as a nigga down back from tourin,
It's whateva put that on the man
but in the
its I-Beam time (fo sho)
chase cheese, rhyme till my give out,(fo sho)
this is it my nigga this what we boast
Now I'm here so shut your mouth...
And show me bitch..

[{Obie
I wanna love,
for the rest of my life, {I dont love you
I wanna you in the mornin {Ha}
you thru the night.. {Hahaha}

I just love you,
for the rest of my life {We love alcohol, we wanna love guns}
I hold you in the mornin, {we wanna love money}
you thru the night.. {Ha, we dont wanna love bitches though}

2]
[(Eminem)]
There's a mistique when I speak,
that you notice that it's unique,
cause you know me, my poetry's deep,
and i'm still matic the way I flow to beat,
you cant sit
its like tryin to smoke and go to sleep
i'm strap, just knowin any minute I could
i'm the equivalent of what would if Bush rapped
I bully rappers so bad lyrically,
it aint even funny, I even hungry,
it aint money, you cant pay me enough
for you to me
cock-amamie, you just aint zanie enough to rock with Shady,
my noodle is cock-adoodle, my koo-koo,
I got screws loose, yeahhh, the whole
im just brutal, its no rumor, i'm uno
it,
there's no in it, no more you know
i'm rollin with a swollen bowlin in my bag,
you need a fag to come and a new hole in my ass..
[Em
you better me, bitch...

I wanna love, for the rest of my life,
I hold you in the morning,
you through the night..

[Obie
(and all the say)

I just love,for the rest of my life,
I wanna you in the morning,
you through the night..

3]
[(50 Cent) {Obie
my buzz is crazy in the hood, holla my name,
if it aint the flow,
its about the and the chain,
if I was you, i'd me too,
I roll like a boss, 9-11 same colour as cranberry sauce,
I aint gonna front, I thought was da bomb
then we out he fuckin round with bow wow bitch
nigga's eatin popcorn, right, rewinding the
now shorty in the precinct hollar'in "RAPE!"
i'm convinced man really wrong with these hoe's,
I thought Kim was hot til she started fuckin wit her nose {God Damn}
use to to Lauren Hill and tap my feet, (Obie Trice)
then the bitch put out a CD did'nt have no beat, (uh-ha)
boy De-angelo he determined not to fail,
that nigga whipped butt-ass for his to sell,
my back shot to help Ashanti hit high notes,
and Big Ben taught Charlie b moore to throat...