Luyện nghe bài hát Oh!

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

[Chorus - Rhymes]
OHH! I had you yellin out when I backed a Rifle
OHH! Too late for niggaz to get religious and start readin they
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 it, O. Trice at 25 survived it
Bright but violent, invite the
Fist a fireman, be a tyrant
'Til these niggaz is silent
O. Trice a trife environment
He 'Rock's the Mic' no of retirin
Maybe when the accounts light like a fire thin
I'm in the position to hire other clients
Meanwhile I'm a like Iverson
A nigga crossover, Europeans
And the retirin, I ain't buyin
Motherfuckers actin like you them
Who tryin a nigga, who use
I figure your tired, my trigger introduces VIOLENCE
Loose the sirus, you in hospital, juice and vitamins
No

[Verse 3 - Trice]
A who inherited hustle
My heritage married the struggle
a couple of a great unk's ago (yeah)
So this blood streams my nuts
Seems like I wasn't in
When the ass spoke
Nope, naw I was a preacher in oath
Sit on the bleachers and flip
The reach you got through my dome
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 factual back in my home
This is rap, but I ain't rappin so you clappin the
we trapped in the act, for the sake of performin (nigga)
This is warnin, run up on the wrong
And your is burning a hundred degrees warm [Blaap]
O. Treezy's gone, my nigga Buzz bring the back here for 'em