Luyện nghe bài hát Oh!

[Verse 1 - Trice]
Yeah, Trice, real name no gimmicks
I in the game, profane no image
I in the game, with a name
I was given from a mayn who ain't give a fuck about his
I the name though, never in vain no
the change grow, a young nigga who didn't gain from fame
Copped the Range Ro', now they want my brains on the main
They don't what I came for
How I came fo', with a sold
Who say you can't grow mildew and mold
money like Ross Perot
I'm often told, a coffin's the I go
Oh the road you on, oh no
I'm down for the rifle, the fo fo
Don't ever try to a nigga home, no no
I you wanna catch me at Sunoco
Show me that loco put holes in my photo
NOPE!, HOPE!, hold toast, no jokes, send slugs through your
Just cause our roll solo
And po' zone grown folk, be a cold
Be-low, your grieved up
Be-lieve the boy see no evil

- Busta Rhymes]
OHH! I had you yellin out when I backed a 30/30
OHH! Too late for niggaz to get religious and readin they Bible
OHH! See you can yell like other niggaz, your pickin a dirty
OHH! See you should make peace instead of makin me a psycho

[Verse 2 - Obie
I visualized it, O. Trice at 25 it
Bright but violent, the violence
fight a fireman, be a tyrant
'Til these niggaz is silent
O. from a trife environment
He 'Rock's the Mic' no of retirin
when the bank accounts light like a fire thin
I'm in the position to hire other then
Meanwhile I'm a virus Iverson
A crossover, Europeans admirin
And the soldier's retirin, I buyin
Motherfuckers like you denyin them
Who a nigga, who use buyers
I your crew tired, my trigger introduces VIOLENCE
Loose the sirus, you in hospital, juice and vitamins
No

[Verse 3 - Trice]
A who inherited hustle
My married the street struggle
a couple of a great unk's ago (yeah)
So this blood streams my nuts
Seems like I wasn't in
the teacher's ass spoke
Nope, naw I was just a in oath
Sit on the and flip coke
The only reach you got through my
Niggaz yaffle so the be chrome
Pull the window raffle, so I scramble a track and the phones (woo)
a act and a clone, this is actual happening's that's factual back in my home
This is rap, but I ain't so you clappin the zone
Think we trapped in the act, for the of performin (nigga)
This is your warnin, run up on the
And tissue is burning a hundred degrees warm [Blaap]
O. Treezy's gone, my nigga Buzz the track back here for 'em