Luyện nghe bài hát Ohkeedoke

Let's go...no time to do hair, baby

Ayo! the go kid!

Right there! there!...oh oh, oh oh...

I'm smooth like a wet foot glidin' across ice,
these fools who be sliding on tracks, braggin' they nice
Headz screamin' they need it, but do you really hardcore?
Stakes is high like de la, I'm fiending to start more

Trouble on the double, yet than any hooligan
Frontin' on the mic nigga, who you think you foolin'
Y'all be on the mic kickin' nothing but that
Nigga please, ease back my crew the bomb since

Tell me to maintain and keep my thang
Keep my dick in my pants, and stack the green
Shorties can't be coniving, had to about warning
Now you in a cell tryin' to post bail by

[starang]:now in the back of my mind, yo I really do
[tek]:that motherfuckers out here don't my crew for no joke
[ms]:'cause if our backs against the wall, then we for broke
we'll never fall victim to the ohkeedoke!

[starang]:it on and on and on and on
[all]:you keep on, and you don't
[starang]yo, it on and on and on and on
you keep on and you don't stop

Steepin' to ya, dru ha, you hit the
Starang bust thangs since tek found the a-black
Me and mr. smokee, the lo-key
Puffin; on l's, I never for the ohkee...

...doke! when plan goes up in smoke
a bob marley spliff being smoked to a roach
But on the contrair, if I smoked an a day
It'll make a mess when I bounce this way

The jail scene workin' no more, got me punchin' a wall
Fam put a block on the phone, accept collect calls
And to top it all off, heard my turned canary
Stutter steeping through the house lookin' all
I'm just waiting to him in the mess hall
Thinkin' 'bout the loss, gettin' my reps off
And the niggas in the world that I used to with
Dont even scripts, that's the ohkeedoke shit

Niggas say starang's smooth, like ice without cube
I'm nice dudes, on my motherfuckin' track
Niggas call me starang, others call me
But if you call and I'm not home, you can call me
But no matter I'm at, I always rock the show
The next up on the mic, y'all niggas gots to go
Phantom of the opera, yo I blow north, south, east
West, your chest dukes, get it out your mouthpiece

(I was) laid sippin' beck's, gently cleaning off a black tek
cuban link got my neck laced (shine baby)
Steal the show a thief, blow without a trace
See so wannabe's steadily tryin' to be me
Act grimy, crimies constantly how to fi me
Out to get the bonus, becoming assed out the homeless
No disresepct intended, but it's a fucked up world we in

My for hip hop got me strivin' for perfection
And when my inner glow shine, you vision my
And now chumps had to get a glimpse at it
As sweat trickle down your face, you break a panic

(phonecall 1-900-get-da-boot)

Like when shorties put on helmets and shouder pads, that's the ohkeedoke,
When shorties come to see a nigga with...while you is the ohkeedoke,
Too

force...

wide...

bcc...strictly bcc...

It on and on and on and on
You keep on and you don't

up y'all everything is nature, word up y'all, I don't hate cha
We keep it movin'...we it movin'...

Yo, gettin pulled over when you just got wallet at your crib
With license...that's the ohkeedoke...