Luyện nghe bài hát O. G.

(daz):
Yeah, what i'ma do here is take my time,
And dedicating this one to my resting in peace,
And my behind 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 it's a 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 khakis heavy squeezed.
But it's a east 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 to us we were just kids.
are different now, but you still get stuck,
I'm not a kid no more, I just don't a fuck.
So if thinking about coming and stepping to me,
Keep this in I'm a motherfucking o.g.

Lets speed the up and pass some time,
17th, 1979.
That's my first time arrested,
I know I did the crime, but I ain't going to confess to shit.
I learned from the g's,
A g is an overseer, the sees.
More than you do 'cause he experienced,
And I'm just a juvenile 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 and hands me a comb,
We stop and frosty freeze for a 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 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 first and now I gotta do time.

My homie 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 draped in the county blues.
I and did a little time in the bucket see (seventeen years),
Saying to "i'll never fuck with that nigga again".
I'm locked down I learned to be
What I am now and that's a o.g.
Original

I grew up in the city as a chap, the trials,
smiled, became a gangster 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 the trigger, committing robberies,
the homies, no one could stop, nobody knew me.
Breaking niggas for showing, niggas better know me,
we ain't letting the bullshit slide 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 cost for my life, it's lost.
Toss a coin in the air, run my through my hair,
And ask myself: "who the should I really fear? ".
I ran around with the killers,
criminals and drug dealers.
Blasting niggas if they near us,
(? ? ? ) with evil spirits, no one could us if we could.
Knock on for good luck,
Serve every nigga in your with a buck, now you've been struck.
Stood in a static gangsta mack,
A grown laying niggas the fuck down.

(daz):
Original (original gangsta),
Coming from beach (the town by the sea where niggas know me).
Coming 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 to my nigga mr. d-a-z,
outs to my nigga mr. warren g,
Shout outs to my nigga o-p,
Shout outs to my niggas c, 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!