Luyện nghe bài hát Luv Me

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

[Obie
I'm still grindin (yeah...)
I'm still hearin those
I'm still chased by those lights
Only the lime and my mic's on
And my time is because I'm writin more
And I ain't here to a soul in this business
I'm here to eat, speak these hoes 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 no where man) we got them craps goin on
and yak going on
soon as a nigga touch back from tourin,
It's whateva put that on the man
but in the
its Jimmy I-Beam (fo sho)
chase cheese, rhyme my voice give out,(fo sho)
is it my nigga this what we boast about
Now I'm here so your motherfuckin mouth...
And show me bitch..

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

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

2]
[(Eminem)]
There's a certain mistique I speak,
that you that it's sorta unique,
cause you it's me, my poetry's deep,
and i'm still the way I flow to this beat,
you cant sit
its like tryin to smoke and go to sleep
i'm strap, just knowin any minute I snap
i'm the equivalent of what happen if Bush rapped
I bully these so bad lyrically,
it aint funny, I aint even hungry,
it aint even money, you pay me enough
for you to me
it's cock-amamie, you just aint zanie enough to rock Shady,
my noodle is cock-adoodle, my koo-koo,
I got screws loose, yeahhh, the kitten-kaboodel
im brutal, its no rumor, i'm numoro uno
it,
there's no in it, no more you know
i'm rollin 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 love, for the rest of my life,
I hold you in the morning,
Hold you the night..

Trice]
(and all the say)

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

3]
[(50 Cent) {Obie
my is crazy in the hood, they holla my name,
if it aint the flow,
its about the and the chain,
if I was you, i'd me too,
I like a boss, 9-11 pause same colour as cranberry sauce,
I aint gonna front, I thought was da bomb
then we find out he fuckin with bow wow bitch
eatin popcorn, right, rewinding the tape
now shorty momma in the hollar'in "RAPE!"
i'm convinced man something really with these hoe's,
I thought little Kim was hot til she started fuckin wit her nose Damn}
use to listen to Hill and tap my feet, (Obie Trice)
the bitch put out a CD that did'nt have no beat, (uh-ha)
that boy he determined not to fail,
that nigga butt-ass for his record to sell,
my back shot to help Ashanti hit them notes,
and Big Ben Charlie b moore to deep throat...