Luyện nghe bài hát O.c.m.o.p.

Brooklyn! Uh, yeah! Now, check shit out

one: O.C.

Now check this motherfucking capo here
Out Posse SLASH O.C. come together like a glock and a clip
We gon' jam its time to blast!
Big niggaz rap, we bout to get in your ass
We done played the background, ay-yo all my
I'm names, fuck it, it's on
I'm it back to some Brooklyn shit
this ten-man clique
Who know how to act, lookin for some niggaz to hit
And if you ever it can't happen to you
You might just end up in the East River with some bale-ass
I ain't playin no more, I'm gonna bring it to ass raw
I flipped the around, nigga, this means WAR
Yo, fuck that, on the map forever
To and Fame, I hope you niggaz down for whatever
With Mike, go get the guns its time to shoot
To Brooklyn I give a SALUTE
(Come on)

Flatbush and scratched*
--Crown "Thought I'd remind y'all"
Brownsville *cut and (Firing Squad)
"Thought I'd remind y'all"
Bushwick and scratched* "(See I) Thought I'd remind y'all"
*cut and
New York-- "Thought I'd remind y'all"

Verse two: Lil'

I used to 'em, this is a holdup
MAKE em roll up, come up out your and get your whole shit swole
up
This game ain't changed cause I became a rapping
I'm still a cat, quick, and straight clapping dude
(Try to act rude) the mascott
With clown ass ways, these days, look what your ass got
Clap, the body, I'm keeping it real
That ass nigga thought he was King of the Hill
That shit was animation, immitation
When I shipped that ass on out, like
of Emancipation, Proclamation
Constitutional rights, the LAST
facin, M.O.P., O.G.'s
Flippin this with O.C.
Niggaz know we, this shit down for Brooklyn, nigga!
Where guns spark and leave them smoking, nigga!

Verse three: Danze

Hot damn! Danze shot your
Full cooperation, I'm taking donations, ante up the
(Clap, clap!) You got that fat while we were
So the balance I wrote like, we're taking on
Put the rest of shit in the bag
I would your ass to pieces, so you please don't make me mad
(Here we go again!) You ain't known, I control my
I only got love for the thugs that's to me
(Who that?) Berkuance, soldier, I'm ill
I told ya, I'm real!
And I've been doing a double
?from my crew is sayin? (Daddy, don't fail me)
Hold on, the way that I jettin my foes may never be
I'm one of them dudes that niggaz refuse to in
(Life is of obstacles!) so keep weeping
(At 24-years old) My only is too keep breathing