Luyện nghe bài hát O. G.

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

Boy it's a 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,
Some rest in peace, their khakis heavy squeezed.
But it's a east side thang, a hoo thang,
('cause if we bang to the boogie than we 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 nigga (east side).

(daz):
Do you back on the east side?
Where all us niggas used to to ride.
We didn't what we did,
was nothing to us we were just kids.
Times are different now, but you get stuck,
I'm not a kid no more, I don't give a fuck.
So if thinking about coming and stepping to me,
Keep this in mind: I'm a o.g.

Lets speed the clock up and 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 learned from 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 going to get me, and I flee with (? ? ? ).
She puts a jacket on my back and me a comb,
We stop and frosty freeze for a snowcones.
She telling me that I didn't to do what I done,
She said: "playing football 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 at my momma and said: "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 robbery and now I do time.

My homie me one day he had a jack move,
He "come on nate 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 went and did a time in the bucket see (seventeen years),
Saying to myself "i'll never fuck that nigga again".
'fore I'm locked down I to be
What I am now and that's a 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, knew me.
Breaking niggas for showing, niggas better know me,
we ain't letting the bullshit slide no more.
Do wear nigga 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 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 with the best killers,
Thug criminals and 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 a buck, now you've been struck.
Stood gangsta in a gangsta mack,
A child laying niggas the fuck 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 g's, [o.g.'s... repeat 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, on a true story.
You what I'm saying? it's a g thang baby (original gangsta)
You ass bitch!