Luyện nghe bài hát O.c.m.o.p.

Brooklyn! Uh, yeah! Now, check this out

Verse O.C.

Now check this capo right here
Mash Out Posse SLASH O.C. come like a glock and a clip
We jam when its time to blast!
Big niggaz that rap, we bout to get in ass
We done played the background, ay-yo all my
I'm naming names, fuck it, on
I'm taking it back to some Brooklyn
this ten-man clique
Who don't know how to act, lookin for some to hit
And if you ever think it can't to you
You might just end up in the River with some bale-ass shoes
I ain't no more, I'm gonna bring it to your ass raw
I flipped the word around, nigga, means WAR
Yo, fuck that, on the map forever
To Billy and Fame, I hope you niggaz down for
With Mike, go get the when its time to shoot
To Brooklyn I give a 21-GUN
(Come on)

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

two: Lil' Fame

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

Verse three: Billy

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