Letras de Canciones de Eminem - Love Me (versión actual VS versión 1)

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Love Me

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Love Me

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Obie Trice

You don't see me in the hood

It's cause I'm doing this man

Nigga's I'm still grinding

Niggas, I'm still grinding, (yeah...)

(Yeah)

I'm still hearing those sirens,

I'm still hearing those sirens

I'm still getting chased by those lights,

I'm still getting chased by those lights

Only the light's mine and my mic's on

And my time is none because I'm writing more

And my time is none because I'm writing more,

And I ain't here to meet a soul in this business

And I ain't here to meet a soul in this buisness,

I'm here to eat, speak until these hoes feel this

I'm here to eat, speak, until these hoes feel this, (for sure...)

(For sure)

And I can't let y'all derail me man,

I got young Kobe, homie, you gotta let go of Obie

And I can't let y'all, de-rail me, man

Cause Obie be back, (ain't goin' nowhere man...)

I got young coby, homie, you gotta let go of Obie

We got them craps going on

'Cause Obie be back on, we got them cracks going on

And that yak going on,

And that yak going on

Soon as a nigga touch down back from tourin',

It's whateva, put that on the chedda man,

Soon as a nigga touch down back from tour

But in the meantime, it's Jimmy Ivene time,

It's whateva, put that on the chedda man

Chase cheese, rhyme till my voice give out,

But in the meantime, it's Jimmy Ivene time

This is it my nigga, this what we boast about,

Chase cheese, rhyme till my voice give out

Now I'm here so shut your motherfuckin mouth

And show me love bitch..

This is it my niggas this what we boast about

Now I'm here so shut your motherfucking mouth

[Refrain: Obie Trice]

And show me love, bitch

I just wanna love you for the rest of my life, (I dont love you bitch)

I wanna hold you in the morning, (Ha)

I just wanna love you for the rest of my life

Hold you through the night (Hahaha)

(I don't love you, bitch)

I just wanna love you for the rest of my life, (We wanna love alcohol, we wanna love guns,)

Wanna hold you in the morning

I wanna hold you in the morning, (we wanna love money)

(Ha)

Hold you through the night.. (Ha) (we don't wanna love bitches though)

Hold you through in the night

(Hahaha)

Eminem

There's a certain mystique when I speak,

I just wanna love you for the rest of my life

That you notice that it's sort a unique,

(We wanna love alcohol, we wanna love guns)

Cause you know it's me, my poetry's deep,

Wanna hold you in the morning

And I'm still matic the way I flow to this beat,

(We wanna love money)

You can't sit still, it's like tryin to smoke crack

Hold you through in the night

And go to sleep, I'm strapped,

(Ha, we don't wanna love bitches though)

Just knowing any minute I could snap,

I'm the equivalent of what would happen if Bush rapped,

There's a certain mystique when I speak

I bully these rappers so bad lyrically,

That you notice that it's order unique

It ain't even funny, I ain't even hungry,

'Cause you know its me, my poetry's deep

And I'm still matic the way I flow to this beat

You can't sit still, it's like tryin' to smoke crack

And go to sleep, I'm strap

Just knowing any minute I could snap

I'm the equivalent of what would happen if Bush rapped

I bully these rappers so bad lyrically

It ain't even funny, I ain't even hungry

It ain't even money, you can't pay me enough

For you to play me, it's cock-amamie

For you to play me, it's cockamamie,

You just ain't zany enough to rock with Shady,

You just ain't zanie enough to rock with Shady

My noodle is cockadoodle, my clocks cuckoo,

My noodle is cock-adoodle, my clocks koo-koo

I got screws loose, yeahhh, the whole kitten-kaboodle,

I got screws loose, yeah, the whole kitten-kaboodel

I'm just brutal. It's no rumor, I'm numero uno, assume it,

There's no room and I'm numiro uno, assuming

There's no humor in it no more, you know

I'm rollin with a swollen bowling ball in my bag,

There's no humor in it, you know

I'm rollin' with a bowling ball in my bag

You need a fag to come and tear a new hole in my ass

(Em Saying)

You better love me bitch

You better love me, bitch

Obie Trice

I just wanna love you for the rest of my life,

I wanna hold you in the morning,

Hold you through the night

(and all the bitches say)

I just wanna love you for the rest of my life,

I wanna hold you in the morning,

Hold you through the night

50 Cent

My buzz is crazy in the hood, they holla my name,

If it ain't about the flow,

It's about the stones and the chain,

If I was you, I'd love me too,

I roll like a bus, 9-11 pulse same color as cranberry sauce,

I ain't gonna front, I thought R-Kelly was tha shit,

Then we find out he fucking round with bow wow bitch,

Niggas eatin popcorn, right, rewinding the tape,

Now shorty momma in the precinct hollerin rape,

I'm convinced man something really wrong with these hoes,

I thought Lil' Kim was hot then she start fucking with her nose, (God Damn)

Used to listen to Lauren Hill and tap my feet,

Then the bitch put out a CD that didn't have no beats, (uh-huh)

That boy D'Angelo he determined not to fail,

That nigga went butt-ass for his record to sell,

My back shot to help Ashanti hit them high notes,

And Big Ben told Charlie to deepthroat

I just wanna love you for the rest of my life

[au Refrain]

Wanna hold you in the morning

Wanna hold you in the night

(And all the bitches say)

I just wanna love you for the rest of my life

Wanna hold you in the morning

Wanna hold you in the night

My buzz is crazy in the hood, they holla my name

If it ain't about the flow

It's about the stones and the chain

If I were you, I'd love me too

I roll like a boss, 9-11 po same colour as cranberry sauce

I ain't gonna front, I thrown R-Kelly with this shit

Let me find out he fucking round with bow wow, bitch

Nigga's eatin' popcorn right, rewinding the tape

Now shorty momma in the percent hollarin' rape

I'm convinced man something really wrong with these hoe's

I thought 'lil-Kim was hot before she started fucking with her nose

(God Damh)

You to listen to Lauren Hill and tap my feet

Then the bitch put out a CD that didn't have no beat

That poor De-Angelo he determined not to fail

That nigga went butt-ass for his record to sell

My back shots to help Ashanti hit them high notes

And Big Ben taught Charlie a bit more then deep throat

I just wanna love you for the rest of my life

(Obie Trice)

Wanna hold you in the morning

(I luv'a burnish the monies, the bunnies)

Wanna hold you in the night

(I just wanna hold you)

I just wanna love you for the rest of my life

(Obie Trice)

Wanna hold you in the morning

(I just wanna hold you)

Wanna hold you in the night

(Yeah)

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