Luyện nghe bài hát O. G.

(daz):
Yeah, what i'ma do right here is my time,
And this 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 drip me as I go down memory lane.

Boy it's a where the grass is greener,
(1-8-7 ain't but a misdemeanor).
I've seen a lot of come up, but few niggas done 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 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 ride (east side).

(daz):
Do you remember back on the side?
all us niggas 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 just 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 some time,
17th, 1979.
That's my time being arrested,
I know I did the crime, but I going to confess to this shit.
I learned than the g's,
A g is an overseer, the sees.
More than you do 'cause he experienced,
And besides I'm a juvenile 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 frosty for a couple snowcones.
She telling me I didn't need to do what I done,
She said: "playing should 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 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 throwing up the neighborhood sides,
I do my first robbery and now I 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, let's go and them fools",
Next day we were draped in the blues.
I and did a little time in the bucket see (seventeen years),
Saying to myself "i'll never fuck that nigga again".
'fore I'm down 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 and lying, trying 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, sucker better know me,
Because we ain't letting the slide no more.
Do your wear nigga and kick in your door,
To let you know we can't 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 "who the fuck should I really fear? ".
I ran around the best killers,
criminals and drug dealers.
Blasting niggas if they come us,
(? ? ? ) with evil spirits, no one could us if we could.
Knock on for good luck,
Serve every nigga in your hood with a buck, now you've struck.
gangsta 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 the pound, oh nigga 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 to my nigga mr. warren g,
Shout outs to my s-n-double o-p,
Shout outs to my c, style and me.

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