Luyện nghe bài hát Emulate

[Obie Trice: 1]
Obie the person that came up and
Cause of nervousness. - That was the homie's verdict.
It was worth it cause he changed, so I observing,
such of a purpose.
If you knew him earlier in his days, it's a different version
So much and pain gave him game for certain.
That's why there's curtains in his murder if you gettin' up,
I'm so assertive on these motherfuckers tougher.
I had enough of isolating in a room
poems and songs, doin' the same in school.
Now look he became! A fool,
Cause he learned how to sustain his two and obtain fame you?
Living hard, but still
A god in but ain't spent a day in a pew.
Regardless of this, I draw pictures when a nigga vents,
So to the art department.

[ Verse 2]
I stimulate the brain
the sane
Scenic of people thinkin' its a fuckin' gimmick when it
insane
Brain is on
your anus (Uranus)
Label me a genius if you ever seen us you say
He may seem as though he's normal
If you ever meet him greet him with a see he ain't as mean as what they say
See the thing is he can't always think of things to say so he's vague
So they mistake him for just crazed
we ways,your impression of him changed
You don't think hes
You turn around and tell him and thanks
And catch him flippin' you off with his down
Hands
His Scrotum tuckin' his fuckin' between his legs(AAAHHH!)

Trice:Verse 3]
Obie the that came up and deverted
Cause of nervousness. - That was the homie's verdict.
It was it cause he changed, became so I observing,
Certain of a purpose.
If you him earlier in his days, it's like a different version
So hurtin' and pain gave him game for certain.
That's why there's curtains in his murder if you gettin' up,
I'm so assertive on these motherfuckers tougher.
I had enough of myself in a room
Writing and songs, doin' the same in school.
Now what he became! A fool,
Cause he how to sustain his two and obtain fame from you?
Living hard, but still
A god walks in but ain't a day in a pew.
Regardless of this, I draw pictures when a nigga vents,
So to the art department.

4]
It's all psychologic. - Why am I so
Am I a psycho or some kind of psychotic (bllabllablaaabbbb!)
Or am I truly psychotic, or are my molecules diabolical?
Cause biologically - I logic.
By golly, me off on a trolly
Pro'ly want a crack, I'm on that wacky tobacco.
I'm a step away from Crack, Obie the shit outta me!
I'm so happy, man. Snap me back to reality!
I'm a art gallery. - A science museum.
Elephantiasis of the nuts, probably die if you see 'em!
I pull em out, they hit the and probably crack the cement
I need an ambulance; I can't just put 'em in my pants. (HELP ME!)