Luyện nghe bài hát Oh!

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

[Chorus - Rhymes]
OHH! I had you yellin out I backed a 30/30 Rifle
OHH! Too late for niggaz to get religious and readin they Bible
OHH! See you can yell like other niggaz, your pickin a dirty
OHH! See you should peace instead of makin me become a psycho

[Verse 2 - Trice]
I visualized it, O. at 25 survived it
Bright but violent, the violence
Fist fight a fireman, be a
these niggaz nights is silent
O. from a trife environment
He 'Rock's the Mic' no sight of
Maybe when the bank light 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 soldier's retirin, I ain't
Motherfuckers actin like you them
Who a nigga, who use buyers
I figure your crew tired, my trigger introduces
Loose the sirus, you in hospital, orange juice and
No

[Verse 3 - Trice]
A who inherited hustle
My heritage married the struggle
Like a couple of a unk's ago (yeah)
So this streams through my nuts
Seems I wasn't in touch
When the ass spoke
Nope, naw I was a preacher in oath
Sit on the bleachers and coke
The only reach you got my dome
yaffle so the gat'll be chrome
Pull the window raffle, so I with a track 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 ain't so you clappin the zone
Think we in the act, for the sake of performin (nigga)
is your warnin, run up on the wrong
And your tissue is burning a hundred warm [Blaap]
O. gone, my nigga Buzz bring the track back here for 'em