Luyện nghe bài hát O.G.

(Verse 1)
Raised in the middle of the land of bar-b-que stands and the brothers throw hands
Everybody grittin gettin
City were the pretty women make you say DWAM!
Kicks it like a cause we famous
Wicked women want me cause I up
This is were the trip and say what
Yo we from the "Show-Me" get my money, up
Got on my 501's and my gritter
I fit her proper, if she papered I'm in her
Lettin her know this dinner cost her
And I'm finna her
So animal someone better get her doctor
boy is born and raised in KC, M.I.Z.Z.O.U.
But in a while I hit the L.K. (Lawrence, KS) for ladies
Cause straight be, in KU
Then to Kansas City were it's Gates all on they plate
We think about it and we crave it we vacate
I represent the MO and all the way to
me Tech N9ne but teachers and students call me A. Yates

(Hook)
I'm hella fine like the food at Ollie
Strawberry, baked bean, mixed
So just bounce, rock, skate
Can't wait O.G. Ollie
O.G. Like Gates
O.G. Ollie Gates
O.G. Gates
O.G.

(Verse 2)
This is Kansas
We be scoutin pretty young things yo we got her and
Like dun I'm a pop her blouse and
Get her hot and ready listenin to Troutman
Rest in baby, seven this beats crazy
babys we used to listen to this atleast 80
We Kansas City
No we reppin 56 and 57
We know that if he then he's shady
KCK's Gates got the wings
This bring traffic when the people really want the crispy things
So you be listenin cause the don is sniffin green
This is the mission get ya when you hittin your
They got money man and you know that they ain't
Somethin delicious yea you know the tray say
That's the place were come and getcha if the pay late
But I stay great everyones bangin the A. Yates

(Hook)
I'm hella fine the food at Ollie Gate's
Strawberry, baked bean, plate
So everybody bounce, rock, skate
Can't O.G. Ollie Gates
O.G. Like Ollie
O.G. Like Gates
O.G. Ollie
O.G.

(Verse 3)
where is you, EY
South-side is you, EY
East-side is you, EY
West-side it do, EY.. Tech N9ne
Ain't sauce like this
no other bar-b-que boss like this
The Fiorella's might cost a bit
Ya we do it but the fire ain't brought this
O.G. me go see
If the city's Q is G.O.O.D.
But he that I would find out slowly
Just like my KC bar-b-que they hold me, A. Yates

(Hook)
I'm hella fine like the at Ollie Gate's
Strawberry, baked bean, mixed
So everybody just bounce, rock,
Can't
Now say
Lalalalalalalalalala,
Now say
Lalalalalalalalalala,