Luyện nghe bài hát Luv Me

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

[Obie
Nigga's I'm grindin (yeah...)
I'm still those sirens
I'm still gettin chased by those
Only the lime and my mic's on
And my is none because 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 yall 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 that yak on
as a nigga touch down back from tourin,
It's put that on the chedda man
but in the
its I-Beam time (fo sho)
chase cheese, rhyme till my give 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 wanna love,
for the rest of my life, {I love you bitch}
I wanna hold you in the {Ha}
Hold you the night.. {Hahaha}

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

2]
[(Eminem)]
There's a certain mistique I speak,
that you notice that sorta unique,
cause you know it's me, my deep,
and i'm matic the way I flow to this beat,
you sit still
its like to smoke crack and go to sleep
i'm strap, just any minute I could snap
i'm the equivalent of would happen if Bush rapped
I bully these so bad lyrically,
it aint even funny, I even hungry,
it aint even money, you cant pay me
for you to me
cock-amamie, you just aint zanie enough to rock with Shady,
my noodle is cock-adoodle, my 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 bowlin ball in my bag,
you need a fag to and tear a new hole 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..

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