Luyện nghe bài hát Luv Me

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

[Obie
I'm still grindin (yeah...)
I'm hearin those sirens
I'm still gettin chased by those
Only the light's lime and my on
And my time is none because I'm writin
And I ain't here to meet a soul in this
I'm here to eat, speak untill these hoes feel {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 man) we got them craps goin on
and yak going on
soon as a touch down back from tourin,
It's whateva put that on the man
but in the
its Jimmy time (fo sho)
chase cheese, till my voice give out,(fo sho)
this is it my nigga what we boast about
Now I'm here so shut your mouth...
And show me bitch..

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

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

2]
[(Eminem)]
There's a certain when I speak,
that you notice that sorta unique,
you know it's me, my poetry's deep,
and i'm still 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 what would happen if rapped
I these rappers so bad lyrically,
it even funny, I aint 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 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 with a swollen bowlin ball in my bag,
you need a fag to come and a new hole in my ass..
[Em
you love me, bitch...

I just love, for the rest 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,
Hold you the night..

3]
[(50 Cent) {Obie
my is crazy in the hood, they holla my name,
if it aint the flow,
its the stones 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 was da bomb
we find out he fuckin round with bow wow bitch
nigga's eatin popcorn, right, the tape
now shorty in the precinct hollar'in "RAPE!"
i'm man something really wrong with these hoe's,
I thought Kim was hot til she started fuckin wit her nose {God Damn}
use to listen to Hill and tap my feet, (Obie Trice)
then the bitch put out a CD that did'nt no beat, (uh-ha)
that boy De-angelo he not to fail,
nigga whipped butt-ass for his record to sell,
my back shot to help Ashanti hit high notes,
and Big Ben taught b moore to deep throat...