Luyện nghe bài hát Bottoms Up

I'd like to thank you all for purchasing the new Trice album
It's well
I'd like to you all for copping
my Cheers
The Seconds On Me,
it's well appreciated, no
city stand up
They say when a nigga for
They say that he stay with his
Smith &
Story us his accomplishment's a blessing
Now that's what the I call an urban legend
When a verse him from serving corrections
Turf he slept in had notorious
All of symptoms that ought to me to prison
Yet he had a
And since then, I've those visions
An eye witness to put sense it, you ain't listening
Get it? I to keep twisting 'em
My ventures, I spit with conviction
Nothing or based of forcism
Simply what's living in O Trice's system,
I wanna Shady records for backing me up for all those years
Nigga, Eminem, Paul Rosenberg, Morales, (?)
I thank all my label mates, D12, 50 Cent, G-Unit
Stat Quo, Bobby Creek' and Cashis, it's 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,
Niggas is ass backwards, thinking in the class, as if
And access to these type of masses
When I seen this,
From a black teen with dreams of this rapper
What happened is that he between the cracks
Brought to your ears all the that I've captured
after Cheers, the classic
Second Round's On Me you O mastered it
Cause Obie not an actor in shit
Actually, it's show you know different
I'm ah be a victim on the set I lived in
'til I die, Obie Tri'
Try to this psychological span
From serving them grams to them fans
right, Obie hurting them, man