Luyện nghe bài hát Oh!

[Verse 1 - Trice]
Yeah, Trice, real name no gimmicks
I came in the game, profane no
I came in the game, with a
I was given a mayn who ain't give a fuck about his child-ren
I the name though, never in vain no
Watch the change grow, a young who didn't gain from fame
Copped the Range Ro', now they want my on the main road
They don't understand I came for
How I came fo', a million sold
Who say you can't from mildew and mold
Gettin money like Perot
I'm told, a coffin's the routes I go
Oh the road you on, oh no
I'm down for the rifle, the fo fo
Don't ever try to a nigga home, no no
I you wanna catch me at Sunoco
Show me that your loco put in my photo
NOPE!, HOPE!, hold toast, no jokes, send slugs through your
Just our thug roll solo
And po' grown folk, be a cold negro
Be-low, grieved up people
Be-lieve the boy see no evil

[Chorus - Busta
OHH! I had you yellin out when I backed a Rifle
OHH! Too late for niggaz to get religious and start they Bible
OHH! See you can yell like niggaz, your pickin a dirty psycho
OHH! See you should make instead of makin me become a psycho

[Verse 2 - Trice]
I visualized it, O. at 25 survived it
but violent, invite the violence
Fist fight a fireman, be a
these niggaz nights is silent
O. from a trife environment
He 'Rock's the Mic' no of retirin
when the bank accounts light like a fire thin
I'm in the position to hire other clients
I'm a virus like Iverson
A nigga crossover, Europeans
And the soldier's retirin, I buyin
Motherfuckers actin you denyin them
Who a nigga, who use buyers
I figure your crew tired, my introduces VIOLENCE
Loose the sirus, you in hospital, juice and vitamins
No

[Verse 3 - Obie
A derelict who inherited
My heritage the street struggle
Like a couple of a great ago (yeah)
So this blood streams my nuts
Seems like I in touch
the teacher's ass spoke
Nope, naw I was a preacher in oath
Sit on the bleachers and coke
The only reach you got through my
Niggaz so the gat'll be chrome
Pull the raffle, so I scramble with a track and the phones (woo)
Fuck a act and a clone, this is actual happening's that's back in my home
This is rap, but I rappin so you clappin the zone
Think we in the act, for the sake of performin (nigga)
is your warnin, run up on the wrong
And your is burning a hundred degrees warm [Blaap]
O. gone, my nigga Buzz bring the track back here for 'em