Luyện nghe bài hát Emulate

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

[ Verse 2]
I stimulate the mimic
Emulate the
Scenic of people thinkin' its a gimmick when it ain't
insane
Brain is on
Suck your (Uranus)
Label me a if you ever seen us you would say
He may seem as though plain normal
If you ever meet him greet him with a shake see he ain't as mean as what say
See the thing is maybe he can't always think of things to say so vague
So they him for just bein' crazed
we part ways,your impression of him
You think hes strange
You turn and tell him please and thanks
And him flippin' you off with his pants down
around
His Scrotum tuckin' his Penis between his legs(AAAHHH!)

Trice:Verse 3]
Obie the person that up and deverted
Cause of nervousness. - That was the homie's verdict.
It was worth it he changed, became so I observing,
Certain of a purpose.
If you knew him earlier in his days, it's like a version
So much hurtin' and gave him game for certain.
why there's curtains in his murder if you gettin' worked up,
I'm so assertive on these actin' tougher.
I had of isolating myself in a room
Writing poems and songs, the same in school.
Now what he became! A fool,
he learned how to sustain his two and obtain fame from you?
Living hard, but Julliard
A god walks in but spent a day in a pew.
Regardless of this, I draw visual pictures when a vents,
So to the art department.

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