Luyện nghe bài hát Luv Me

1]
[Obie
Ya'll see me in the hood
it's i'm doing this man

[Obie
Nigga's I'm still (yeah...)
I'm still hearin sirens
I'm still gettin chased by those
Only the lime and my mic's on
And my time is because I'm writin more
And I ain't here to meet a soul in this
I'm to eat, speak untill these hoes feel this {fo sho...}
and I can't let yall me man
I got young coby, homie, you let go of Obie
cause Obie be back (ain't goin no where man) we got them craps on
and yak going on
soon as a nigga down back from tourin,
It's whateva put on the chedda 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 your motherfuckin mouth...
And me love bitch..

[{Obie
I wanna love,
for the rest of my life, {I 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 wanna love
I wanna hold you in the mornin, {we love money}
Hold you thru the night.. {Ha, we dont wanna love though}

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

I just love, for the rest of my life,
I hold you in the morning,
Hold you the night..

[Obie
(and all the say)

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

3]
[(50 Cent) Trice}]
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 pause same as cranberry sauce,
I aint gonna front, I thought R-Kelly was da
then we find out he fuckin round with bow wow
nigga's eatin popcorn, right, rewinding the
now shorty momma in the hollar'in "RAPE!"
i'm convinced man something wrong with these hoe's,
I little 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 that did'nt no beat, (uh-ha)
boy De-angelo he determined not to fail,
that nigga whipped for his record to sell,
my shot to help Ashanti hit them high notes,
and Big Ben taught b moore to deep throat...