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 feeling em, is hip hop pure adrenaline
I'm a winner, I step on the
Start to cipher, start to scream
Cock back, niggas to flee
Ain't nobody in this motherfucker me
I'm a dog, I what I talk
Detroit niggas see straight through 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 just scatter off
The before that bitch rap that, these bitch made
Niggas get their pushed the fuck back

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You O Trice spit the hot shit that's the realest
Keep dope tracks that's the illest
Hot joints for my raw ass
make motherfuckers 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 punk ass nigga in
My focus, to take minds over
murdered once my rhyme's over
I do the regular way
A regular cat with an verbal spray
You my thoughts deep when it runs
A weirdo sleeping mad guns
Who want some, you can have it, catch the trace around
You be lost and
Chalked up with Trice branded on ya ass nigga what

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