Luyện nghe bài hát Yo!

[Obie
Yo, Trice, yo
I'm with productions, no discussion,
O Trice be the sound rushin your eardrums
Pump it up if you feeling em, is hip hop pure adrenaline
I'm a winner, I on the scene
to cipher, bitches start to scream
Cock back, niggas start to
Ain't nobody in this with me
I'm a dog, I walk I talk
Detroit see straight through your heart
Niggas wanna bark, niggas get traced in
By the law in the car with this rap I be at em all
I spit through the mic and niggas scatter off
The boss before that bitch rap that, these bitch
Niggas get their shit pushed the fuck

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You know O Trice spit the hot shit the realest
Keep lacing dope tracks that's the
Hot for my raw ass niggas
make motherfuckers go yo

[Obie
Motherfuckers ain't trying to see Mr.
Yo I pump up the party, nut up in ya wife
Me and you, two types
You wanna be while my shit's precise
I recite make niggas blast on any punk ass nigga in sight
My focus, to niggas minds over
Somebody's murdered once my rhyme's
I do the regular way
A regular cat an irregular verbal spray
You know my deep when it runs
A weirdo sleeping with mad
Who want some, you can have it, catch the trace around
You be lost and
Chalked up with Obie Trice branded on ya ass what

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