Luyện nghe bài hát Luv Me

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

[Obie
I'm still grindin (yeah...)
I'm still hearin sirens
I'm still gettin chased by lights
Only the lime and my mic's on
And my time is none because I'm writin
And I ain't here to a soul in this business
I'm to eat, speak untill 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 craps goin on
and yak going on
as a nigga touch down back from tourin,
It's whateva put on the chedda man
but in the
its Jimmy I-Beam (fo sho)
chase cheese, rhyme my voice give out,(fo sho)
this is it my nigga this what we boast
Now I'm so shut 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 love alcohol, we wanna love guns}
I wanna hold you in the mornin, {we wanna love
Hold you thru the night.. {Ha, we wanna love bitches though}

2]
[(Eminem)]
There's a mistique when I speak,
that you notice it's sorta unique,
cause you know it's me, my deep,
and i'm still the way I flow to this beat,
you sit still
its like 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 aint 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 rock 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 humor in it, no you know
i'm rollin with a swollen ball in my bag,
you need a fag to come and 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 just wanna love,for the of my life,
I wanna you in the morning,
you through the night..

3]
[(50 Cent) Trice}]
my buzz is crazy in the hood, they 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 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 in the precinct hollar'in "RAPE!"
i'm convinced man something really with these hoe's,
I thought little Kim was hot til she fuckin wit her nose {God Damn}
use to to Lauren Hill and tap my feet, (Obie Trice)
the bitch put out a CD that did'nt have no beat, (uh-ha)
that boy De-angelo he 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...