Luyện nghe bài hát O.c.m.o.p.

Brooklyn! Uh, yeah! Now, check shit out

one: O.C.

Now this motherfucking capo right here
Out Posse SLASH O.C. come together 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, all my peops
I'm names, fuck it, it's on
I'm it back to some Brooklyn shit
With ten-man clique
Who don't know how to act, lookin for some to hit
And if you ever think it happen to you
You just end up in the East River with some bale-ass shoes
I playin no more, I'm gonna bring it to your ass raw
I flipped the word around, nigga, means WAR
Yo, fuck that, Brooklyn's on the map
To Billy and Fame, I hope you down for whatever
With Mike, go get the guns its time to shoot
To I give a 21-GUN SALUTE
(Come on)

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

Verse two: Fame

I used to roll 'em, is a holdup
MAKE em roll up, come up out your clothes and get your shit swole
up
This game ain't changed cause I became a dude
I'm still a cat, quick, and straight clapping dude
(Try to act rude) Play the
With your clown ass ways, these days, look your ass got
Clap, shot the body, I'm it real
That cartoon ass 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 GENERATION
facin, M.O.P., O.G.'s
Flippin this with O.C.
Niggaz know we, hold this shit for Brooklyn, nigga!
Where guns spark and leave them smoking, nigga!

Verse three: Danze

Hot damn! Danze your head
cooperation, I'm taking donations, ante up the bread
(Clap, clap!) You got that fat while we were
So the balance that I wrote like, we're on
Put the of that shit in the bag
I would tear your ass to pieces, so you please 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
*pause* I ya, I'm real!
And I've doing a double danly
Everyone ?from my is sayin? (Daddy, don't fail me)
Hold on, the way that I jettin my may never be even
I'm one of them dudes that niggaz to believe in
(Life is full of obstacles!) so keep
(At 24-years old) My only is too keep breathing