Luyện nghe bài hát Luv Me

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

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

[{Obie
I wanna love,
for the rest of my life, {I love you bitch}
I wanna hold you in the mornin
Hold you the night.. {Hahaha}

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

2]
[(Eminem)]
There's a certain mistique I speak,
that you notice that sorta unique,
cause you know me, my poetry's deep,
and i'm still matic the way I flow to 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 equivalent of what happen if Bush rapped
I these rappers so bad lyrically,
it even funny, I aint even hungry,
it even money, you cant pay me enough
for you to me
it's cock-amamie, you just zanie enough to rock with Shady,
my noodle is cock-adoodle, my koo-koo,
I got loose, yeahhh, the whole kitten-kaboodel
im just brutal, its no rumor, i'm uno
it,
there's no humor in it, no more you
i'm rollin a swollen bowlin ball in my bag,
you need a fag to and tear a new hole in my ass..
[Em
you love me, bitch...

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

[Obie
(and all the say)

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

3]
[(50 Cent) Trice}]
my is crazy in the hood, they holla my name,
if it about the flow,
its about the and the chain,
if I was you, i'd me too,
I roll like a boss, 9-11 pause colour as cranberry sauce,
I aint gonna front, I thought R-Kelly was da
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 wrong with these hoe's,
I thought 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 whipped butt-ass for his record to sell,
my back shot to Ashanti hit them high notes,
and Big Ben Charlie b moore to deep throat...