Luyện nghe bài hát Oh!

[Verse 1 - Trice]
Yeah, Obie Trice, real name no
I came in the game, profane no
I came in the game, a name
I was given from a mayn who ain't give a fuck his child-ren
I proclaim the 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 on the main road
don't understand what I came for
How I came fo', with a million
Who say you can't grow from mildew and
money like Ross Perot
I'm told, a coffin's the routes I go
Oh the road you on, oh no
I'm for the rifle, tone the fo fo
Don't ever try to a nigga home, no no
I know you wanna me at Sunoco
me that your loco put holes in my photo
NOPE!, HOPE!, toast, no jokes, send slugs through your Polo
Just cause our thug roll
And po' grown folk, be a cold negro
Be-low, your grieved up
that the boy see no evil

[Chorus - Rhymes]
OHH! I had you yellin out I backed a 30/30 Rifle
OHH! Too late for niggaz to get and start readin they Bible
OHH! See you can yell other niggaz, your pickin a dirty psycho
OHH! See you make peace instead of makin me become a psycho

2 - Obie Trice]
I visualized it, O. at 25 survived it
Bright but violent, invite the
fight a fireman, be a tyrant
'Til niggaz nights is silent
O. Trice from a trife
He 'Rock's the no sight of retirin
Maybe the bank accounts light like a fire thin
I'm in the position to hire other clients
Meanwhile I'm a virus Iverson
A nigga crossover, Europeans
And the soldier's retirin, I buyin
Motherfuckers actin like you denyin
Who a nigga, who use buyers
I figure your tired, my trigger introduces VIOLENCE
Loose the sirus, you in hospital, orange juice and
No

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