Luyện nghe bài hát O. G.

(daz):
Yeah, i'ma do right here is take my time,
And dedicating this one to my resting in peace,
And my niggas the wall.
See you when I get there, you know what I'm (really doe)
So drip 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 done up,
Some in peace, with their khakis heavy squeezed.
But a east side thang, a hoo ride thang,
('cause if we bang to the than we boogie to the bang).
I bring you the .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 east
all us niggas used to love to ride.
We didn't what we did,
Time was nothing to us we were kids.
Times are different now, but you get stuck,
I'm not a kid no more, I just give a fuck.
So if thinking about coming and stepping to me,
this in mind: I'm a motherfucking o.g.

Lets speed the up and pass some time,
17th, 1979.
That's my time being arrested,
I know I did the crime, but I ain't going to confess to shit.
I than from the g's,
A g is an overseer, the sees.
than 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 going to get me, and I flee (? ? ? ).
She puts a jacket on my and hands me a comb,
We stop and freeze for a couple snowcones.
She telling me I didn't need to do what I done,
She "playing football should be your only fun son".
I'm like "allright" so we the house,
up to the door and pops fired to the mouth.
I do nothing but cry like a bitch,
I looked at my momma and said: "damn, why you "
They put me on punishment but that work,
Now khakis, wallabees, and a t-shirt.
And up the neighborhood gang sides,
I do my robbery and now I gotta do time.

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

I grew up in the city as a chap, the trials,
Never smiled, a gangster 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 behind the trigger, robberies,
the homies, no one could stop, nobody knew me.
Breaking niggas for showing, sucker niggas better me,
Because we ain't letting the slide no more.
Do your wear and kick in your front door,
To let you know we take no more.
Feeling revenge, enemies, family and friends,
And let you pay the for my homie's life, it's lost.
a coin in the air, run my fingers through my hair,
And ask myself: "who the fuck I really fear? ".
I ran around with the killers,
Thug and drug dealers.
niggas if they come near us,
(? ? ? ) with spirits, no one could help us if we could.
Knock on for good luck,
Serve every in your hood with a buck, now you've been struck.
Stood gangsta in a gangsta mack,
A grown child niggas the fuck down.

(daz):
Original (original gangsta),
Coming from long beach (the town by the sea niggas know me).
Coming from the 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]
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 to my niggas c, style and me.

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