Luyện nghe bài hát O. G.

(daz):
Yeah, what i'ma do here is take 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 with me as I go 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 niggas up,
rest in peace, with their khakis heavy squeezed.
But a east side 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 ride (east side).

(daz):
Do you remember back on the side?
all us niggas used to love to ride.
We care 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 don't give a fuck.
So if you're thinking about coming and to me,
Keep in mind: I'm a motherfucking o.g.

Lets the clock up and pass some 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 learned 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 to get me, and I flee with (? ? ? ).
She puts a jacket on my back and me a comb,
We stop and freeze for a couple snowcones.
She telling me that I need to do what I done,
She said: "playing football be your only fun son".
I'm "allright" so we enter 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 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 homie told me one day he had a move,
He said: "come on dogg, it'll be smooth".
I agreed and "come on, let's go and jack them fools",
Next day we were in the county blues.
I went and did a time in the bucket see (seventeen years),
Saying to myself "i'll never fuck 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 as a chap, faced the trials,
smiled, became a gangster in the meanwhile.
You'd find me and lying, trying to be an o.g.,
Beating the shit out of niggas for guess, hillfigers.
The man behind the trigger, robberies,
With the homies, no one stop, nobody knew me.
Breaking for showing, sucker niggas better know me,
Because we ain't letting the slide no more.
Do your wear nigga and in your front door,
To let you know we can't no more.
Feeling revenge, killing enemies, 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 should I fear? ".
I ran with the best killers,
Thug criminals and dealers.
Blasting niggas if they come us,
(? ? ? ) with spirits, no one could help us if we could.
on wood for good luck,
Serve every nigga in your hood with a buck, now been struck.
Stood gangsta in a static mack,
A child laying niggas the fuck down.

(daz):
Original (original gangsta),
Coming from long beach (the by the sea where niggas know me).
from the east side...

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

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