Luyện nghe bài hát Bottoms Up

I'd to thank you all for purchasing the new Obie Trice album
It's well
I'd like to thank you all for
my classic
The Round's On Me,
well appreciated, no doubt
Detroit city up
say when a nigga for testing
They say that he stay kept his
& Wesson
Story tells us his a blessing
Now that's what the I call an urban legend
When a verse kept him serving corrections
Turf he slept in had notorious
All of symptoms ought to send me to prison
Yet he had a
And since then, witnessed those visions
An eye witness to put sense it, you ain't listening
Get it? I hate to twisting 'em
My mind ventures, I spit conviction
Nothing fabricated or of forcism
kicking what's living in O Trice's system,
I thank Shady records for backing me up for all those years
Nigga, Eminem, Paul Rosenberg, Morales, (?)
I wanna thank all my mates, D12, 50 Cent, G-Unit
Stat Quo, Bobby and Cashis, it's been one hell of a run
Album truces
him in a booth nostalging
With Dre pounding the machine
O Trice say nothing, them
'Scope couldn't my evening
We are the elite,
is ass backwards, thinking they in the class, as if
And have access to these of masses
When I this, massive
From a black teen with dreams of this rapper
What happened is that he slipped the cracks
Brought to your ears all the years that captured
after Cheers, the classic
Second On Me showed you O mastered it
Cause not an actor in this shit
Actually, it's action you know different
I'm ah be a victim on the set that I in
'til I die, it's Obie
Try to understand this psychological
From serving them to inserving them fans
That's right, hurting them, man