Luyện nghe bài hát O. G.

(daz):
Yeah, i'ma do right here is take my time,
And dedicating one to my niggas resting in peace,
And my niggas the wall.
See you when I get there, you know what I'm (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).
seen a lot of niggas come up, but few niggas done up,
Some rest in peace, with their heavy squeezed.
But it's a east thang, a hoo ride thang,
('cause if we to the boogie than we boogie 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 on the east side?
Where all us used to love to ride.
We didn't what we did,
Time was nothing to us we were kids.
are different now, but you still 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 in mind: I'm a motherfucking o.g.

Lets speed the clock up and pass time,
17th, 1979.
That's my first time arrested,
I know I did the crime, but I ain't to confess to this shit.
I learned than 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 going to get me, and I flee (? ? ? ).
She puts a jacket on my back and me a comb,
We stop and frosty freeze for a snowcones.
She telling me I didn't need to do what I done,
She said: "playing football be your only fun son".
I'm like "allright" so we the house,
Come up to the door and pops to the mouth.
I couldn't do nothing but cry 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 up the neighborhood gang sides,
I do my first robbery and now I do time.

My told me one day he had a jack move,
He "come on nate dogg, it'll be smooth".
I agreed and said "come on, let's go and jack fools",
day we were draped in the county blues.
I went and did a little in the bucket see (seventeen years),
Saying to myself "i'll never with that nigga again".
'fore I'm locked 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 find me 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, nobody me.
Breaking niggas for showing, sucker niggas better me,
Because we ain't letting the slide no more.
Do your wear nigga and kick in front door,
To let you know we can't no more.
revenge, killing enemies, family and friends,
And let you pay the for my homie's life, it's lost.
Toss a coin in the air, run my fingers my hair,
And ask myself: "who the fuck should I fear? ".
I ran with the best killers,
Thug criminals and dealers.
Blasting if they come near us,
(? ? ? ) with evil spirits, no one help us if we could.
on wood for good luck,
Serve every nigga in your 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 long beach (the town by the sea where niggas know me).
from the east side...

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

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