Luyện nghe bài hát Oh!

[Verse 1 - Obie
Yeah, Obie Trice, 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 proclaim the though, never in vain no
Watch the change grow, a young nigga who didn't gain from
Copped the Ro', now they want my brains on the main road
don't understand what I came for
How I came fo', with a sold
Who say you can't from mildew and mold
Gettin money like Perot
I'm often told, a coffin's the 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 wanna me at Sunoco
me that your loco put holes in my photo
NOPE!, HOPE!, hold toast, no jokes, send slugs your Polo
cause our thug roll solo
And po' zone grown folk, be a cold
Be-low, your up people
Be-lieve the boy see no evil

- Busta 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 a dirty psycho
OHH! See you should make peace of makin me become a psycho

[Verse 2 - Obie
I visualized it, O. at 25 survived it
but violent, invite the violence
Fist fight a fireman, be a
'Til these niggaz nights is
O. Trice from a trife
He the Mic' no sight of retirin
when the bank accounts light like a fire thin
I'm in the position to other clients then
Meanwhile I'm a like Iverson
A nigga crossover, admirin
And the soldier's retirin, I ain't
Motherfuckers like you denyin them
Who tryin a nigga, who use
I figure crew tired, my trigger introduces VIOLENCE
the sirus, you in hospital, orange juice and vitamins
No

[Verse 3 - Obie
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 I wasn't in touch
When the teacher's ass
Nope, naw I was just a preacher in
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 with a and the phones (woo)
Fuck a act and a clone, this is actual happening's that's factual in my home
This is rap, but I rappin so you clappin the zone
Think we trapped in the act, for the sake of (nigga)
is your warnin, run up on the wrong
And your tissue is burning a hundred warm [Blaap]
O. Treezy's gone, my nigga Buzz bring the track here for 'em