Luyện nghe bài hát OG Anthem

O.G.

[Verse 1:
Yeah, 2-0 an OG since I first out
DTP is the and yeah we will bang out
I had one close call, no the mac miss
the bullet looked, saw it was me, and it back in the clip
the gangs where I'm from, but most the sides is ours
so if a nigga talking shit, we'll just this song
And be careful wat you saying you under your breath
and throw up like the whole neighborhood's gone deaf
Now nigga gangsta, no words spoken
just one head nod and head's bust open
This whole team we only got one question
in about three seconds, which are you reppin
We to throw hands, now it's blast on blast
you got a pass from the now the pass gone past
the colors on your rag in the pockets you rock em
and the way you your hair, cause real niggaz is watching, YEAH

Butch Cassidy]
Gangsta forever I'm it never
it's been done for life and it's in all weather
Like it or love it, I for no dumb shit
when you in the street, you see the niggaz you should run
Cause we it clean
when most of gangstas lean
Here they come, here we come, a scene then they run
Go and get your gun, and smoke that shit when you

2: I-20]
And oh I'm affiliated (a rider is born)
and if you I can demostrate it (try all you want)
Man, get this one started bitch, I'm banging your set
the first down south with a westcoast rep
1 album, 5 months, I'm one in the hood
a 3 wheels, 2 hoes and I'm good
Pull the gat, squeeze something nigga put 'em to
even these techs mean something nigga, 'em and weap
You grinding hard to get while the getting is good
you got in the club just for repping your hood
Eastside D-E-C, nobody's a punk
we'll pull something out the trunk, put you in the trunk
Look, everybody's ghetto, nigga, follow the
we throw a party when you come home from jail, not
It sound sad but love nigga, leave it at that
and every bitch a street nigga, this is a fact, C'mon

[Verse 3:
And I was born in the hood, so I'll die for the
niggaz it's all good 'til I swing on their boss
(Gangsta, Gangsta) where every it
but ain't nobody meaning it, cause I know I ain't it
Real thugs party they just hold up the wall
and buy bottles just in case they start up a brawl
an everyday thing nigga, home of the pen
where niggaz the same color like it's part of they skin
Down south or out West, it's one in the same
dark read or all blue, shit all in the gang
You watch your handshake when you greeting your boys
cause if they your man fake, they'll be heating your boys
Even the bitches get down when they it's beef
got her man in the pen and her kids in the street
It's the neighborhood I gotta admit
but be thuggin 'til they bury me, I'm loving this shit

2x]