Luyện nghe bài hát Yo!

[Obie
Yo, Trice, yo
I'm backdoor productions, no discussion,
O Trice be the that's rushin your eardrums
Pump it up if you feeling em, this is hip hop adrenaline
I'm a winner, I step on the
Start to cipher, bitches start to
Cock back, start to flee
Ain't in this motherfucker with me
I'm a dog, I what I talk
Detroit see straight through your heart
Niggas wanna bark, niggas get in chalk
By the law in the adam car with rap I be at em all
I spit the mic and niggas just scatter off
The boss before that bitch rap that, these made
get their shit 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 for my raw ass niggas
That motherfuckers go yo

[Obie
Motherfuckers trying to see Mr. Trice
Yo I pump up the party, pump nut up in ya
Me and you, two different
You wanna be while my shit's precise
I recite make wanna blast on any punk ass nigga in sight
My focus, to take niggas minds
Somebody's murdered once my over
I do the regular way
A regular cat with an irregular verbal
You know my thoughts when it runs
A weirdo sleeping mad guns
Who want some, you can it, semi-automatic catch the trace around
You be lost and
Chalked up with Obie Trice branded on ya ass nigga

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