Luyện nghe bài hát Yo!

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

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You know O Trice the hot shit that's the realest
lacing dope tracks that's the illest
Hot joints for my raw ass
That make go yo

[Obie
Motherfuckers ain't trying to see Mr.
Yo I pump up the party, pump nut up in ya
Me and you, two different
You wanna be hardcore while my shit's
I recite make niggas wanna blast on any 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 with an irregular spray
You know my thoughts when it runs
A weirdo with mad guns
Who want some, you can it, semi-automatic catch the trace around
You be and found
Chalked up with Obie Trice on ya ass nigga what

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