Luyện nghe bài hát Luv Me

1]
[Obie
don't 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 none I'm writin more
And I ain't to meet 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 young coby, homie, you gotta let go of
Obie be back (ain't goin no where man) we got them craps goin on
and that yak on
soon as a nigga touch down back 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 what we boast about
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 wanna you in the mornin {Ha}
you thru the night.. {Hahaha}

I just wanna you,
for the of my life {We wanna love 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 when I speak,
that you notice 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 like to smoke crack and go to sleep
i'm strap, just knowin any minute I snap
i'm the equivalent of what would 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 screws loose, yeahhh, the kitten-kaboodel
im just brutal, its no rumor, i'm uno
it,
there's no humor in it, no more you
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 just wanna love, for the of my life,
I wanna you in the morning,
Hold you 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, holla my name,
if it aint the flow,
its the stones and the chain,
if I was you, i'd me too,
I roll a boss, 9-11 pause same colour as cranberry sauce,
I aint front, I thought R-Kelly was da bomb
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 really wrong 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)
the bitch put out a CD that did'nt have no beat, (uh-ha)
that boy De-angelo he not to fail,
that nigga whipped for his record to sell,
my back to help Ashanti hit them high notes,
and Big Ben taught b moore to deep throat...