Luyện nghe bài hát Oh!

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

- Busta Rhymes]
OHH! I had you yellin out when I a 30/30 Rifle
OHH! Too late for niggaz to get religious and start readin they
OHH! See you can yell like other niggaz, pickin a dirty psycho
OHH! See you should make peace instead of me become a psycho

2 - Obie Trice]
I it, O. Trice at 25 survived it
Bright but violent, invite the
Fist a fireman, be a tyrant
'Til these niggaz nights is
O. from a trife environment
He 'Rock's the Mic' no sight of
Maybe when the bank accounts light like a fire
I'm in the to hire other clients then
Meanwhile I'm a virus like
A crossover, Europeans admirin
And the soldier's retirin, I buyin
Motherfuckers actin like you them
Who a nigga, who use buyers
I figure your crew tired, my trigger VIOLENCE
Loose the sirus, you in hospital, orange juice and
No

[Verse 3 - Trice]
A who inherited hustle
My heritage the street struggle
Like a couple of a great ago (yeah)
So this streams through my nuts
Seems like I in touch
When the ass spoke
Nope, naw I was just a in oath
Sit on the bleachers and flip
The only reach you got my dome
Niggaz so the gat'll be chrome
Pull the window raffle, so I scramble with a and the phones (woo)
Fuck a act and a clone, this is actual happening's factual back in my home
is rap, but I ain't rappin so you clappin the zone
Think we trapped in the act, for the of performin (nigga)
This is your warnin, run up on the
And your tissue is a hundred degrees warm [Blaap]
O. Treezy's gone, my nigga Buzz bring the back here for 'em