Luyện nghe bài hát O Day

Hip hop is all havin fun, yo, yo

Sword still swing like Kenobi, ya'll know me
With the strength of Samson, you still hold me
I got the stone from David's slingshot
Who could master the wisdom to which Rakeem

for the cops, third eye like the Cyclops
Red the chronic, don't need no eye drops
Swingin white tops on the block till 4 then hit IHOP's
Fiends in line like I

Take a hit and transform like the
my uncle that I know what he know not
Bank like Agent Cody, on the hunt like rapin
Wild like forty sippin' on Peyote

In an all Toyota, W's on the grill, steerin wheel and the motor
Out to get the till I'm paid like Bob DeNiro
With seven prime numbers followed by God zero's
MC epitome, but ducka sucka muthafuckas tryin to get rid of me

But if you decipher my lyrics, and not critically
see I influence the world mentally as well as physically
Emotionally, promotionally, devotionally,
Speak the truth, and tell you how it's to be

Zig Zag Zilla came, where's up the man?
that shit

Sword still swing like Kenobi, ya'll know me
With the strength of Samson, you couldn't hold me
I got the rock from David's slingshot
Who could master the wisdom to Rakeem got?

Watch for the cops, my eye like the Cyclops
Red from the chronic, I don't no eye drops
Swingin white tops on the block til 4 o'clock then hit
Fiends in line I Robot

Take a hit and transform the GoBots
Tell my that I know what he know not
Bank like Agent Cody, on the like rapin coyotes
Wild like forty Mexicans sippin' on

In an all black Toyota, W's on the grill, wheel and the
Headin to Dakota
With the cocaine plus the soda
MC but these savages tryin to get rid of me

If you my words, truthfully not critically
You'll see I influence the mentally as well as physically
Emotionally, promotionally, devotionally,
Nigga, I tell you how it's to be

Zig Zag came, where's up the hilla, man?
Y'all cowards me

D for digital, I,
G be graphical, I,
T technical, A, analytical
L be that lyrical, who? Digital

D for digital, I,
G be graphical, I,
T for technical, A,
L for lyrical, who? Bobby

Yeah, we gon' it back RZA
Who the stepped on the wire?
You mutha

So you thought you was goin to escape, didn't
You thought you escape?
Aiyo, let the in
Aiyo son, aiyo G, yo, let the in

All the niggas in the
All the wolves in the come up front
We gon' get savage real
Fuck

Aiyo, hold on, on, hold on, nigga
Man, get the off my feet, man
the fuck wrong with you, nigga
I'm tryin to do my

Oh, ho, ho, ho, ho, New Year, nigga
Merry Christmas, July
So the mad continued to drink the Digital Elixir
Fightin with the good and inside himself

Tryin to be Bobby, to be RZA
Tryin to be one, to be real
to be unreal
Tryin to be super real,

Rest in to the ODB
Greatest MC of all time, greatest
One of the greatest performers of all
Aiyo, O, yo, O, birthday, nigga