Luyện nghe bài hát Emulate

[Obie Verse 1]
Obie the person 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 him earlier in his days, it's like a different version
So much and pain gave him game for certain.
That's why there's in his murder if you gettin' worked up,
I'm so assertive on motherfuckers actin' tougher.
I had enough of isolating myself in a
Writing and songs, doin' the same in school.
Now what he became! A fool,
Cause he learned how to sustain his two and obtain fame from
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.

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

[Obie 3]
Obie the person that up and deverted
Cause of nervousness. - That was solely the verdict.
It was worth it he changed, became so I observing,
Certain of a purpose.
If you knew him in his days, it's like a different version
So much hurtin' and pain him game for certain.
That's why there's in his murder if you gettin' worked up,
I'm so assertive on these motherfuckers tougher.
I had enough of isolating myself in a
poems and songs, doin' the same in school.
Now what 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.
of this, I draw 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 psychotic, or are my molecules just diabolical?
Cause biologically - I logic.
By golly, haul me off on a
want a crack, I'm back on that wacky tobacco.
I'm a step away from Crack, Obie the shit outta me!
I'm so slap happy, man. me back to reality!
I'm a walkin' art gallery. - A museum.
Elephantiasis of the nuts, probably die if you see 'em!
I pull em out, hit the ground and probably crack the cement
I an ambulance; I can't just put 'em back in my pants. (HELP ME!)