Luyện nghe bài hát O.G.

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

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

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

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

(Verse 3)
where is you, EY
South-side is you, EY
where is you, EY
West-side what it do, EY.. N9ne
Ain't nobody's 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 like this
O.G. me go see
If the city's Q is G.O.O.D.
But he knew that I would find out
Just like my KC bar-b-que they hold me, A. Yates

(Hook)
I'm hella like the food at Ollie Gate's
Strawberry, bean, mixed plate
So just bounce, rock, skate
wait
Now say
Lalalalalalalalalala,
Now say
Lalalalalalalalalala,