Luyện nghe bài hát O. G.

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

Boy it's a loony the grass is greener,
(1-8-7 shit but a misdemeanor).
I've seen a lot of niggas come up, but few done up,
Some rest in peace, with their khakis squeezed.
But it's a side thang, a hoo ride thang,
('cause if we bang to the boogie than we 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 ride (east side).

(daz):
Do you remember back on the side?
all us niggas used to love to ride.
We didn't care 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 about and stepping to me,
this in mind: 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 going to confess to this 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 momma's to get me, and I flee with (? ? ? ).
She a jacket on my back and hands me a comb,
We stop and frosty freeze for a snowcones.
She telling me that I need to do what I done,
She said: "playing football be your only fun son".
I'm like "allright" so we the house,
up to the door and pops fired to the mouth.
I do nothing but cry like a bitch,
I looked at my momma and "damn, why you snitch? "
They put me on but that didn't work,
Now khakis, wallabees, and a t-shirt.
And throwing up the neighborhood 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 dogg, it'll be smooth".
I agreed and said "come on, go and jack them fools",
day we were draped in the county blues.
I went and did a little time in the see (seventeen years),
Saying to myself "i'll fuck with that nigga again".
I'm locked down I learned to be
What I am now and a motherfucking o.g.
gangsta

I grew up in the city as a chap, the trials,
Never smiled, became a in the meanwhile.
find me swearing 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 know me,
Because we ain't letting the bullshit no more.
Do your wear and kick in your front door,
To let you know we 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 fingers my hair,
And ask myself: "who the fuck should I fear? ".
I ran with the best killers,
criminals and drug dealers.
Blasting niggas if they come us,
(? ? ? ) evil spirits, no one could help us if we could.
Knock on wood for luck,
Serve every nigga in your hood a buck, now you've been struck.
Stood in a static gangsta mack,
A grown child laying niggas the down.

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

You're with the pound, oh nigga please,
C-o-b.'s can't see the d-o-double g's, [o.g.'s... repeat 5
outs to my nigga mr. d-a-z,
Shout outs to my nigga mr. g,
outs to my nigga 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 saying? a g thang baby (original gangsta)
You ass bitch!