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 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, plus I'm to start more

Trouble on the double, yet cooler than any
Frontin' on the mic nigga, who you think you with?
Y'all be on the mic kickin' but that nonsense
Nigga please, ease my crew been the bomb since

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

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

[starang]:it on and on and on and on
[all]:you on, and you don't stop
[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 since tek found the a-black spot
Me and mr. smokee, playin' the
Puffin; on l's, I never for the ohkee...

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

The jail ain't workin' no more, got me punchin' a wall
Fam put a on the phone, won't accept collect calls
And to top it all off, my co-defendant turned canary
Stutter steeping through the house all scary
I'm just to face him in the mess hall
'bout the tyson loss, gettin' my reps off
And the niggas in the that I used to roll with
Dont write 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 me jack
But if you call and I'm not home, you can call me
But no matter where I'm at, I rock the show
The niggas next up on the mic, y'all niggas to go
Phantom of the opera, yo I blow north, south, east
West, fuck chest dukes, get it out your mouthpiece

(I was) laid sippin' beck's, gently cleaning off a black tek
Jp's cuban link got my laced (shine baby)
the show like 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 lust for hip hop got me strivin' for
And when my glow shine, you vision my reflection
And now chumps had to get a glimpse at it
As trickle down your face, you break into a panic

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

Like when your shorties put on helmets and shouder pads, the ohkeedoke,
shorties come 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 on and you don't stop

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 you just got your wallet at your crib
your license...that's the ohkeedoke...