Luyện nghe bài hát O. G.

(daz):
Yeah, what i'ma do right here is my time,
And dedicating this one to my niggas in peace,
And my niggas the wall.
See you when I get there, you what I'm saying? (really doe)
So with me as I go down memory lane.

Boy it's a loony where the is greener,
(1-8-7 ain't but a misdemeanor).
I've a lot of niggas come up, but few niggas done up,
rest in peace, with their khakis 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 ride (east side).

(daz):
Do you back on the east side?
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 don't give a fuck.
So if you're thinking coming and stepping to me,
Keep in mind: I'm a motherfucking o.g.

Lets speed the up and pass some time,
17th, 1979.
That's my time being arrested,
I know I did the crime, but I ain't going to to this shit.
I learned from the g's,
A g is an overseer, the sees.
More than you do he gets experienced,
And besides I'm a juvenile 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 and frosty freeze 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 "allright" so we enter the house,
Come up to the and pops fired 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 that 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 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 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
I am now and that's a motherfucking o.g.
Original

I grew up in the city as a chap, 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 niggas better me,
Because we ain't letting the slide no more.
Do wear nigga and kick in your front door,
To let you we can't take no more.
revenge, killing enemies, family and friends,
And let you pay the cost for my life, it's lost.
a coin in the air, run my fingers through my hair,
And ask myself: "who the should I really fear? ".
I ran around the best killers,
Thug criminals and dealers.
Blasting if they come near us,
(? ? ? ) with evil spirits, no one could us if we could.
Knock on wood for luck,
Serve every nigga in your hood with a buck, now you've struck.
Stood gangsta in a gangsta mack,
A grown child laying niggas the down.

(daz):
Original (original gangsta),
Coming from long beach (the town by the sea where 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... 5 times]
outs to my nigga mr. d-a-z,
Shout outs to my nigga mr. g,
Shout to my nigga s-n-double o-p,
outs to my niggas c, style and me.

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