Luyện nghe bài hát Luv Me

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

Trice]
Nigga's I'm grindin (yeah...)
I'm still hearin those
I'm still chased by those lights
the light's lime and my mic's on
And my time is none I'm writin more
And I ain't here to meet a in this business
I'm here to eat, speak untill these hoes feel {fo sho...}
and I can't let de-rail me man
I got young coby, homie, you gotta let go of
cause Obie be back (ain't goin no where man) we got them goin on
and yak going on
soon as a nigga down back from tourin,
It's whateva put that on the man
but in the
its I-Beam 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 me love bitch..

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

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

2]
[(Eminem)]
There's a mistique when I speak,
that you notice it's sorta unique,
cause you know me, my poetry's deep,
and i'm matic 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 could
i'm the equivalent of what would if Bush rapped
I bully these so bad lyrically,
it even funny, I aint even hungry,
it aint money, you cant 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 better me, bitch...

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

3]
[(50 Cent) Trice}]
my is crazy in the hood, they 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 colour as cranberry sauce,
I aint gonna front, I thought R-Kelly was da
then we find out he fuckin round bow wow bitch
nigga's eatin popcorn, right, rewinding the
now momma in the precinct hollar'in "RAPE!"
i'm convinced man something really wrong these hoe's,
I thought little Kim was hot til she started fuckin wit her {God Damn}
use to to Lauren Hill and tap my feet, (Obie Trice)
then the bitch put out a CD did'nt have no beat, (uh-ha)
that boy he determined not to fail,
that nigga whipped for his record to sell,
my back shot to Ashanti hit them high notes,
and Big Ben taught Charlie b to deep throat...