Luyện nghe bài hát Luv Me

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

Trice]
Nigga's I'm grindin (yeah...)
I'm still hearin sirens
I'm gettin chased by those lights
Only the light's and my mic's on
And my is none 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 yall me man
I got young coby, homie, you let go of Obie
cause Obie be back (ain't goin no where man) we got them craps on
and that yak on
as a nigga touch down back from tourin,
It's whateva put that on the man
but in the
its Jimmy time (fo sho)
cheese, rhyme till my voice give out,(fo sho)
this is it my nigga what we boast about
Now I'm so shut your motherfuckin mouth...
And me love bitch..

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

I just wanna 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 wanna love bitches

2]
[(Eminem)]
There's a mistique when I speak,
you notice that it's sorta unique,
cause you know me, my poetry's deep,
and i'm still matic the way I flow to beat,
you sit still
its like tryin to smoke crack and go to
i'm strap, just knowin any minute I could
i'm the of what would happen if Bush rapped
I bully these so bad lyrically,
it aint funny, I aint even hungry,
it aint even money, you cant pay me
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 loose, yeahhh, the whole kitten-kaboodel
im brutal, its no rumor, i'm numoro uno
it,
there's no humor in it, no you know
i'm rollin with a bowlin ball in my bag,
you a fag to come 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,
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 buzz is crazy in the hood, they 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
nigga's eatin popcorn, right, the tape
now shorty momma in the hollar'in "RAPE!"
i'm man something really wrong with these hoe's,
I thought little Kim was hot til she started fuckin wit her nose Damn}
use to to Lauren Hill and tap my feet, (Obie Trice)
then the bitch put out a CD that did'nt no beat, (uh-ha)
that boy he determined not to fail,
that nigga whipped for his record to sell,
my back shot to help hit them high notes,
and Big Ben taught Charlie b moore to throat...