Luyện nghe bài hát O. G.

(daz):
Yeah, what i'ma do right here is my time,
And dedicating one to my niggas resting in peace,
And my behind the wall.
See you when I get there, you what I'm saying? (really doe)
So drip with me as I go memory lane.

Boy a loony where the grass is greener,
(1-8-7 ain't but a misdemeanor).
seen a lot of niggas come up, but few niggas done up,
Some rest in peace, with their khakis squeezed.
But it's a east side thang, a hoo thang,
('cause if we bang to the boogie than we to the bang).
I you the motherfucking .38,
(just get the mc and the nate).
So we can slide, slide, slide,
As I take you on a nigga ride (east side).

(daz):
Do you remember on the east side?
Where all us niggas to love to ride.
We care what we did,
Time was nothing to us we just kids.
Times are different now, but you get stuck,
I'm not a kid no more, I don't give a fuck.
So if thinking about coming and stepping to me,
Keep this in I'm a motherfucking o.g.

Lets speed the clock up and pass time,
17th, 1979.
That's my first being arrested,
I I did the crime, but I ain't going to confess to this shit.
I than from the g's,
A g is an overseer, the sees.
More you do 'cause he gets experienced,
And besides I'm just a delinquent.
So I was gone, and I'm on my way home,
My momma's to get me, and I flee with (? ? ? ).
She puts a on my back and hands me a comb,
We stop and frosty freeze for a snowcones.
She telling me that I need to do what I done,
She "playing football should be your only fun son".
I'm "allright" so we enter the house,
up to the door and pops fired to the mouth.
I do nothing but cry like a bitch,
I at my momma and said: "damn, why you snitch? "
put me on punishment but that didn't work,
Now khakis, wallabees, and a t-shirt.
And throwing up the neighborhood sides,
I do my first robbery and now I do time.

My told me one day he had a jack move,
He said: "come on nate dogg, be smooth".
I agreed and said "come on, go and jack them fools",
Next day we were in the county blues.
I and did a little time in the bucket see (seventeen years),
Saying to myself "i'll never fuck with that again".
I'm locked down I learned to be
What I am now and a motherfucking o.g.
gangsta

I grew up in the as a chap, faced the trials,
Never smiled, became a in the meanwhile.
You'd me swearing and lying, trying to be an o.g.,
Beating the out of niggas for guess, some hillfigers.
The man the trigger, committing robberies,
With the homies, no one could stop, knew me.
niggas for showing, sucker niggas better know me,
Because we ain't letting the bullshit no more.
Do your wear nigga and kick in your door,
To let you we can't take no more.
Feeling revenge, killing enemies, and friends,
And let you pay the for my homie's life, it's lost.
Toss a coin in the air, run my through my hair,
And ask "who the fuck should I really fear? ".
I ran around with the killers,
criminals and drug dealers.
Blasting niggas if they near us,
(? ? ? ) evil spirits, no one could help us if we could.
on wood for good luck,
Serve every nigga in your hood with a buck, now been struck.
Stood in a static gangsta mack,
A grown child laying niggas the down.

(daz):
Original (original gangsta),
Coming from beach (the town by the sea where niggas know me).
Coming the east side...

You're with the pound, oh nigga please,
C-o-b.'s can't see the d-o-double g's, [o.g.'s... repeat 5
outs to my nigga mr. d-a-z,
Shout outs to my mr. warren g,
outs to my nigga s-n-double o-p,
Shout outs to my c, style and me.

(nate):
Yeah, straight up, based on a story.
You know what I'm it's a g thang baby (original gangsta)
You ass bitch!