Luyện nghe bài hát O. G.

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

Boy a loony where the grass is greener,
(1-8-7 shit but a misdemeanor).
I've seen a lot of niggas come up, but few niggas up,
Some in peace, with their khakis heavy squeezed.
But it's a east thang, a hoo ride 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 trip nigga (east side).

(daz):
Do you remember back on the side?
Where all us niggas used to to ride.
We didn't what we did,
Time was to us we were just kids.
Times are different now, but you get stuck,
I'm not a kid no more, I just give a fuck.
So if you're thinking about and stepping to me,
Keep in mind: I'm a motherfucking o.g.

Lets speed the clock up and pass time,
17th, 1979.
That's my time being arrested,
I know I did the crime, but I ain't to confess to this shit.
I than from the g's,
A g is an overseer, the sees.
More than you do he gets experienced,
And besides I'm just a delinquent.
So I was gone, and I'm on my way home,
My momma's going to get me, and I with (? ? ? ).
She puts a jacket on my back and me a comb,
We stop and freeze for a couple snowcones.
She telling me that I didn't need to do I done,
She said: "playing football should be only fun son".
I'm like "allright" so we the house,
Come up to the door and fired to the mouth.
I couldn't do but cry like a bitch,
I at my momma and said: "damn, why you snitch? "
They put me on but that didn't work,
Now khakis, wallabees, and a t-shirt.
And throwing up the neighborhood sides,
I do my first and now I gotta do time.

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

I up in the city as a chap, faced the trials,
Never smiled, a gangster in the meanwhile.
You'd find me swearing and lying, to be an o.g.,
Beating the out of niggas for guess, some hillfigers.
The man behind the trigger, robberies,
With the homies, no one could stop, nobody me.
Breaking niggas for showing, sucker niggas better me,
Because we ain't the bullshit slide no more.
Do your wear nigga and in your front door,
To let you we can't take no more.
Feeling revenge, enemies, family and friends,
And let you pay the cost for my homie's life, lost.
Toss a coin in the air, run my through my hair,
And ask myself: "who the fuck I really fear? ".
I ran with the best killers,
Thug criminals and dealers.
Blasting niggas if they near us,
(? ? ? ) with spirits, no one could help us if we could.
on wood for good luck,
Serve every nigga in your with a buck, now you've been struck.
Stood in a static gangsta mack,
A grown child laying niggas the down.

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

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

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