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 movin' smooth like a wet foot glidin' ice,
Because these fools who be sliding on tracks, braggin' nice
Headz 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 cooler than any
on the mic nigga, who you think you foolin' with?
Y'all be on the mic kickin' but that nonsense
Nigga please, ease back my crew been the bomb

Tell me to and keep doin' my thang
Keep my dick in my pants, and just the green
can't be coniving, had to flip about warning
Now you in a cell tryin' to post by mornin'

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

[starang]:it on and on and on and on
[all]:you keep on, and you stop
[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 the a-black spot
Me and mr. smokee, the lo-key
Puffin; on l's, I never for the ohkee...

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

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

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

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

My lust for hip hop got me for perfection
And my inner glow shine, you vision my reflection
And now had to get a closer glimpse at it
As trickle down your face, you break into 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

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

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