Luyện nghe bài hát Luv Me

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

Trice]
Nigga's I'm grindin (yeah...)
I'm still hearin sirens
I'm still gettin by those lights
Only the light's and my mic's on
And my time is none because I'm writin
And I ain't here to meet a in this business
I'm here to eat, speak these hoes feel this {fo sho...}
and I can't let yall me man
I got coby, homie, you gotta let go of Obie
cause Obie be back (ain't goin no where man) we got them goin on
and yak going on
soon as a nigga touch back from tourin,
whateva put that on the chedda man
but in the
its Jimmy I-Beam (fo sho)
chase cheese, till my voice give out,(fo sho)
this is it my nigga this we boast about
Now I'm here so your motherfuckin mouth...
And show me bitch..

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

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

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

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

[Obie
(and all the say)

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

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