Luyện nghe bài hát Luv Me

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

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

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

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

2]
[(Eminem)]
There's a certain mistique I speak,
that you notice that it's unique,
cause you it's me, my poetry's deep,
and i'm still matic the way I flow to beat,
you sit still
its like tryin to crack and go to sleep
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 even funny, I even hungry,
it aint even money, you pay me enough
for you to me
it's cock-amamie, you just aint enough to rock with Shady,
my is cock-adoodle, my clocks koo-koo,
I got loose, yeahhh, the whole kitten-kaboodel
im just brutal, its no rumor, i'm uno
it,
there's no in it, no more you know
i'm rollin with a swollen ball in my bag,
you need a fag to come and tear a new in my ass..
[Em
you better me, bitch...

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

[Obie
(and all the say)

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

3]
[(50 Cent) Trice}]
my buzz is crazy in the hood, holla my name,
if it about the flow,
its about the and the chain,
if I was you, i'd me too,
I roll like a boss, 9-11 same colour as cranberry sauce,
I gonna 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 momma in the precinct hollar'in "RAPE!"
i'm convinced man something really wrong with hoe's,
I thought Kim was hot til she started fuckin wit her nose {God Damn}
use to listen to Lauren and tap my feet, (Obie Trice)
then the bitch put out a CD that have no beat, (uh-ha)
boy De-angelo he determined not to fail,
that nigga whipped butt-ass for his to sell,
my back shot to Ashanti hit them high notes,
and Big Ben taught b moore to deep throat...