Luyện nghe bài hát Ohkeedoke

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

Ayo! the go kid!

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

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

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

Tell me to maintain and keep my thang
my dick in my pants, and just stack the green
Shorties be coniving, had to flip about warning
Now you in a cell to post bail by mornin'

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

goes 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
[all]: you on and you don't stop

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

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

The jail scene workin' no more, got me punchin' a wall
Fam put a block on the phone, won't accept collect
And to top it all off, heard my co-defendant turned
steeping through the house lookin' all scary
I'm just waiting to face him in the mess
Thinkin' 'bout the tyson loss, gettin' my off
And the in the world that I used to roll with
Dont even write scripts, that's the shit

Niggas say smooth, just like ice without cube
I'm nice without dudes, on my track
Niggas me starang, others call me jack
But if you call and I'm not home, you can call me
But no where 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 scenes north, south, east
West, fuck your chest dukes, get it out your

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

My lust for hip hop got me for perfection
And when my glow shine, you vision my reflection
And now had to get a closer 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 to see a nigga with...while you bleedin' 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 it movin'...we keep it movin'...

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