Luyện nghe bài hát Oh!

[Verse 1 - Obie
Yeah, Obie Trice, name no gimmicks
I in the game, profane no image
I came in the game, with a
I was given from a mayn who ain't give a fuck his child-ren
I proclaim the name though, never in no
Watch the change grow, a young who didn't gain from fame
Copped the Range Ro', now they my brains on the main road
They don't understand I came for
How I fo', with a million sold
Who say you can't grow from mildew and
Gettin money like Ross
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
ever try to send a nigga home, no no
I know you catch me at Sunoco
Show me your loco put holes in my photo
NOPE!, HOPE!, hold toast, no jokes, send slugs through Polo
Just cause our roll solo
And po' zone grown folk, be a negro
Be-low, grieved up people
Be-lieve that the boy see no

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

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

[Verse 3 - Obie
A derelict who inherited
My married the street struggle
Like a couple of a great ago (yeah)
So this streams through my nuts
Seems like I in touch
the teacher's ass spoke
Nope, naw I was just a preacher in
Sit on the bleachers and coke
The only reach you got my dome
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 back in my
is rap, but I ain't 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 degrees [Blaap]
O. Treezy's gone, my nigga Buzz bring the back here for 'em