Luyện nghe bài hát Oh!

[Verse 1 - Obie
Yeah, Trice, real name no gimmicks
I came in the game, profane no
I in the game, with a name
I was given from a who ain't give a fuck about his child-ren
I proclaim the name though, in vain no
Watch the change grow, a nigga who didn't gain from fame
Copped the Range Ro', now they want my brains on the road
They don't what I came for
How I fo', with a million sold
Who say you can't from mildew and mold
Gettin money like Ross
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 a nigga home, no no
I know you wanna catch me at
Show me your loco put holes in my photo
NOPE!, HOPE!, toast, no jokes, send slugs through your Polo
Just cause our thug solo
And po' zone folk, be a cold negro
Be-low, grieved up people
Be-lieve the boy see no evil

[Chorus - Busta
OHH! I had you yellin out when I backed a 30/30
OHH! Too for niggaz to get religious and start readin they Bible
OHH! See you can yell like other niggaz, your pickin a psycho
OHH! See you should make peace of makin me become a psycho

[Verse 2 - Obie
I visualized it, O. Trice at 25 it
Bright but violent, invite the
fight a fireman, be a tyrant
'Til these niggaz nights is
O. from a trife environment
He 'Rock's the no sight of retirin
Maybe when the bank accounts light like a 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
actin 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 - Trice]
A who inherited hustle
My heritage married the struggle
Like a couple of a great ago (yeah)
So this blood streams through my
Seems I wasn't in touch
When the ass spoke
Nope, naw I was just a preacher in
Sit on the and flip coke
The reach you got through my dome
Niggaz yaffle so the be chrome
Pull the window raffle, so I scramble with a track and the (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 in the act, for the sake of performin (nigga)
This is warnin, run up on the wrong
And tissue is burning a hundred degrees warm [Blaap]
O. Treezy's gone, my nigga bring the track back here for 'em