Luyện nghe bài hát Oh!

[Verse 1 - Obie
Yeah, Obie Trice, real name no
I came in the game, no image
I came in the game, with a
I was given from a mayn who ain't give a about his child-ren
I proclaim the name though, never in no
Watch the change grow, a young nigga who didn't from 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 mildew and mold
Gettin like Ross Perot
I'm told, a coffin's the routes I go
Oh that's the you on, oh no
I'm for the rifle, tone the fo fo
Don't ever try to send a home, no no
I know you catch me at Sunoco
me that your loco put holes in my photo
NOPE!, HOPE!, hold toast, no jokes, send slugs through Polo
Just cause our thug roll
And po' zone grown folk, be a negro
Be-low, your grieved up
Be-lieve the boy see no evil

[Chorus - Busta
OHH! I had you yellin out when I backed a Rifle
OHH! Too late for to get religious and start 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 - Trice]
I visualized it, O. at 25 survived it
Bright but violent, invite the
Fist fight a fireman, be a
'Til these niggaz nights is
O. Trice from a trife
He 'Rock's the Mic' no sight of
Maybe when the bank accounts like a fire thin
I'm in the position to other clients then
Meanwhile I'm a virus like
A crossover, Europeans admirin
And the retirin, I ain't buyin
actin like you denyin them
Who tryin a nigga, who use
I figure your tired, my trigger introduces VIOLENCE
Loose the sirus, you in hospital, orange juice and
No

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