Luyện nghe bài hát Luv Me

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

[Obie
Nigga's I'm grindin (yeah...)
I'm still hearin sirens
I'm gettin 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 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 goin on
and that yak on
soon as a 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 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 hold you in the mornin {Ha}
Hold you the night.. {Hahaha}

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

2]
[(Eminem)]
There's a mistique when 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 tryin to smoke crack and go to sleep
i'm strap, just knowin any minute I could
i'm the equivalent of what would happen if Bush
I these rappers so bad lyrically,
it even funny, I aint even hungry,
it aint even money, you pay me enough
for you to me
cock-amamie, you just aint zanie enough to rock with Shady,
my is cock-adoodle, my clocks 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 with a swollen bowlin in my bag,
you need a fag to come and tear a new in my ass..
[Em
you love me, bitch...

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

Trice]
(and all the say)

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

3]
[(50 Cent) {Obie
my buzz is crazy in the hood, holla my name,
if it aint 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 aint gonna front, I R-Kelly was da bomb
then we find out he fuckin with bow wow bitch
nigga's popcorn, right, rewinding the tape
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 nose Damn}
use to listen to Lauren 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 whipped butt-ass for his record to sell,
my back to help Ashanti hit them high notes,
and Big Ben taught b moore to deep throat...