Luyện nghe bài hát Emulate

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

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

Trice:Verse 3]
Obie the person that up and deverted
of nervousness. - That was solely 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 much hurtin' and gave him game for certain.
That's why there's curtains in his 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, doin' the in school.
Now what he became! A fool,
Cause he learned how to his two and obtain fame from you?
Living hard, but Julliard
A god in but ain't spent a day in a pew.
Regardless of this, I visual 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 shtick? (bllabllablaaabbbb!)
Or am I truly psychotic, or are my molecules just
Cause biologically - I logic.
By golly, me off on a trolly
Pro'ly want a crack, I'm back on wacky tobacco.
I'm a step away Crack, Obie smacked the shit outta me!
I'm so slap happy, man. me back to reality!
I'm a walkin' art gallery. - A museum.
of the nuts, you'd probably die if you see 'em!
I pull em out, they hit the ground and crack the cement
I need an ambulance; I can't just put 'em in my pants. (HELP ME!)