Luyện nghe bài hát O. G.

(daz):
Yeah, i'ma do right here is take 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 drip me as I go down memory lane.

Boy a loony 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,
rest in peace, with their khakis heavy squeezed.
But it's a east 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 you on a trip nigga ride (east side).

(daz):
Do you back on the east side?
Where all us used to love to ride.
We didn't care we did,
was nothing to us we were just kids.
Times are now, but you still get stuck,
I'm not a kid no more, I just 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 know I did the crime, but I ain't to confess to this shit.
I than 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 going to get me, and I with (? ? ? ).
She puts a on my back 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 be your only fun son".
I'm "allright" so we enter the house,
Come up to the and pops fired to the mouth.
I do nothing but cry like a bitch,
I at my momma and said: "damn, why you snitch? "
They put me on punishment but that work,
Now khakis, wallabees, and a t-shirt.
And throwing up the 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 nate dogg, be smooth".
I and said "come on, let's 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 myself "i'll fuck with 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,
smiled, became 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 behind the trigger, robberies,
With the homies, no one could stop, nobody me.
niggas for showing, sucker niggas better know me,
Because we ain't the bullshit slide no more.
Do your wear and kick in your front door,
To let you know we can't no more.
Feeling revenge, enemies, family and friends,
And let you pay the for my homie's life, it's lost.
Toss a in the air, run my fingers through my hair,
And ask myself: "who the fuck should I fear? ".
I ran around the best killers,
Thug criminals and dealers.
Blasting niggas if come near us,
(? ? ? ) with evil spirits, no one help us if we could.
Knock on wood for luck,
Serve every nigga in your hood with a buck, now been struck.
gangsta in a static gangsta mack,
A child laying niggas the fuck down.

(daz):
Original (original gangsta),
Coming from long beach (the 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 d-o-double g's, [o.g.'s... repeat 5
Shout outs to my mr. d-a-z,
outs 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, up, based on a true story.
You know what I'm saying? it's a g baby (original gangsta)
You ass bitch!