Luyện nghe bài hát Luv Me

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

[Obie
Nigga's I'm grindin (yeah...)
I'm still hearin those
I'm still gettin chased by lights
Only the light's and my mic's on
And my is none because I'm writin more
And I here to meet a soul in this business
I'm here to eat, speak untill these feel this {fo sho...}
and I can't let de-rail me man
I got young coby, homie, you let go of Obie
cause Obie be back (ain't goin no man) we got them 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 time (fo sho)
cheese, rhyme till my voice give out,(fo sho)
this is it my nigga this we boast about
Now I'm here so shut your mouth...
And show me bitch..

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

I wanna love you,
for the rest of my life {We wanna love alcohol, we wanna love
I wanna hold you in the mornin, {we wanna money}
Hold you thru the night.. {Ha, we dont 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 matic the way I flow to this beat,
you sit still
its tryin to smoke crack and go to sleep
i'm strap, just knowin any minute I snap
i'm the equivalent of would happen if Bush rapped
I these rappers so bad lyrically,
it aint even funny, I even hungry,
it aint even money, you cant pay me
for you to me
it's cock-amamie, you just aint zanie enough to with Shady,
my is cock-adoodle, my clocks koo-koo,
I got loose, yeahhh, the whole kitten-kaboodel
im brutal, its no rumor, i'm numoro 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 better 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 love,for the rest of my life,
I hold you in the morning,
Hold you the night..

3]
[(50 Cent) {Obie
my buzz is crazy in the hood, holla my name,
if it about 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 as cranberry sauce,
I aint gonna front, I R-Kelly was da bomb
then we find out he fuckin round with bow wow
eatin popcorn, right, rewinding the tape
now shorty in the precinct hollar'in "RAPE!"
i'm convinced man something really wrong with hoe's,
I thought little Kim was hot til she started fuckin wit her nose Damn}
use to listen to Lauren and tap my feet, (Obie Trice)
then the bitch put out a CD did'nt have no beat, (uh-ha)
boy De-angelo 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 taught Charlie b moore to throat...