Luyện nghe bài hát O. G.

(daz):
Yeah, i'ma do right here is take my time,
And this one to my niggas resting in peace,
And my niggas the wall.
See you I get there, you know what I'm saying? (really doe)
So drip with me as I go down 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 rest in peace, with their khakis squeezed.
But it's a east side thang, a hoo thang,
('cause if we to the boogie 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 you on a trip nigga ride (east side).

(daz):
Do you remember back on the east
Where all us niggas 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 don't a fuck.
So if you're thinking about and stepping to me,
Keep this in mind: I'm a 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 than you do 'cause he experienced,
And besides I'm just a delinquent.
So I was gone, and I'm on my way home,
My going to get me, and I flee with (? ? ? ).
She puts a jacket on my back and me a comb,
We and frosty freeze for a couple snowcones.
She telling me that I didn't need to do I done,
She said: "playing football be your only fun son".
I'm like "allright" so we the house,
Come up to the and pops fired to the mouth.
I couldn't do but cry like a bitch,
I looked at my momma and "damn, why you snitch? "
They put me on punishment but didn't 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 told me one day he had a jack move,
He said: "come on nate dogg, be smooth".
I agreed and said "come on, let's go and jack fools",
Next day we were draped in the blues.
I and did a little time in the bucket see (seventeen years),
Saying to "i'll never fuck with that nigga again".
'fore I'm locked down I to be
What I am now and a motherfucking o.g.
Original

I up in the city as a chap, faced the trials,
Never smiled, became a in the meanwhile.
You'd find me swearing and lying, to be an o.g.,
Beating the shit out of for guess, some hillfigers.
The man behind the trigger, robberies,
With the homies, no one could stop, nobody me.
Breaking for showing, sucker niggas better know me,
Because we ain't letting the slide no more.
Do wear nigga 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 cost for my homie's life, lost.
Toss a coin in the air, run my fingers my hair,
And ask myself: "who the fuck I really fear? ".
I ran around with the killers,
Thug criminals and dealers.
niggas if they come near us,
(? ? ? ) with evil spirits, no one help us if we could.
Knock on wood for luck,
Serve every nigga in hood with a buck, now you've been struck.
Stood gangsta in a static mack,
A grown laying niggas the fuck down.

(daz):
Original (original gangsta),
Coming from long beach (the by the sea where 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,
Shout outs to my nigga o-p,
Shout outs to my c, style and me.

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