Luyện nghe bài hát O.G.

(Verse 1)
Raised in the middle of the land full of bar-b-que stands and the brothers throw
Everybody grittin grands
Kansas were the pretty women make you say DWAM!
Kicks it like a donkey we famous
Wicked women want me I came up
This is were the homies trip and say
Yo we the "Show-Me" get my money, p-p-pay up
Got on my 501's and my gritter
I fit her proper, if she papered I'm in her
Lettin her know ninna dinner cost her
And I'm squash her
So like someone better get her doctor
This boy is and raised in KC, M.I.Z.Z.O.U.
But in a while I hit the L.K. (Lawrence, KS) for ladies
Cause they be, in KU
Then back to Kansas City were 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 Gate's
Strawberry, baked bean, mixed
So everybody bounce, rock, skate
wait O.G. Ollie Gates
O.G. Like Ollie
O.G. Like Ollie
O.G. Gates
O.G.

(Verse 2)
This is City
We be scoutin pretty young things yo we got her and
Like dun deal I'm a pop her and
Get her hot and ready to Roger Troutman
Rest in peace baby, seven this crazy
babys we used to listen to this atleast 80
We Kansas steppin
No we reppin 56 and 57
We know that if he then he's shady
Gates got the chicken wings
This will bring traffic when the people want the crispy things
So you better be listenin the don is sniffin green
is the mission get ya when you hittin your nicotine
They got your money man and you 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 cause bangin 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. Like Ollie
O.G. Like Gates
O.G. Gates
O.G.

(Verse 3)
where is you, EY
South-side is you, EY
where is you, EY
West-side what it do, EY.. Tech
Ain't sauce like this
Ain't no other 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 knew that I would out slowly
Just like my KC they cannot hold me, A. Yates

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