Luyện nghe bài hát Emulate

[Obie Verse 1]
Obie the person that up and deverted
Cause of nervousness. - was solely the homie's verdict.
It was worth it cause he changed, so I observing,
Certain of a purpose.
If you knew him in his days, it's like a different version
So much hurtin' and pain him game for certain.
why there's curtains in his murder if you gettin' worked up,
I'm so assertive on these motherfuckers tougher.
I had enough of isolating in a room
Writing and songs, doin' the same in school.
Now look he became! A fool,
he learned how to sustain his two and obtain fame from you?
Living hard, but Julliard
A god in but ain't spent a day in a pew.
Regardless of this, I draw visual pictures when a vents,
So to the art department.

[ Eminem: 2]
I the brain mimic
Emulate the
Scenic of people thinkin' its a fuckin' when it ain't
insane
Brain is on
Suck your (Uranus)
Label me a genius if you seen us you would say
He may seem as though he's plain
If you ever meet him greet him with a shake see he ain't as as what they say
See the thing is maybe he can't always think of things to say so vague
So mistake him for just bein' crazed
we part ways,your of him changed
You don't hes strange
You turn and tell him please and thanks
And catch him flippin' you off with his down
Hands
His Scrotum tuckin' his fuckin' between his legs(AAAHHH!)

Trice:Verse 3]
Obie the person that up and deverted
of nervousness. - That was solely the homie's verdict.
It was worth it cause he changed, so I observing,
such of a purpose.
If you knew him in his days, it's like a different version
So much hurtin' and pain him game for certain.
why there's curtains in his murder if you gettin' worked up,
I'm so assertive on motherfuckers actin' tougher.
I had enough of isolating in a room
poems and songs, doin' the same in school.
Now look he became! A fool,
Cause he how to sustain his two and obtain fame from you?
Living hard, but still
A god in but ain't spent a day in a pew.
Regardless of this, I draw visual when a nigga vents,
So to the art department.

4]
It's all psychologic. - Why am I so
Am I a or some kind of psychotic shtick? (bllabllablaaabbbb!)
Or am I truly psychotic, or are my molecules diabolical?
Cause - I defy logic.
By golly, haul me off on a
Pro'ly want a crack, I'm back on wacky tobacco.
I'm a step away Crack, Obie smacked the shit outta me!
I'm so slap happy, man. me back to reality!
I'm a art gallery. - A science museum.
Elephantiasis of the nuts, you'd die if you see 'em!
I pull em out, they hit the ground and crack the cement
I need an ambulance; I can't just put 'em in my pants. (HELP ME!)