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' like a wet foot glidin' across ice,
Because these fools who be sliding on tracks, braggin' they
Headz screamin' 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
Frontin' on the mic nigga, who you think you with?
Y'all be on the mic kickin' nothing but nonsense
Nigga please, ease back my been the bomb since

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

[starang]:now in the of my mind, yo I really do hope
[tek]:that motherfuckers out here don't take my crew for no
[ms]:'cause if our backs against the wall, we goin' for broke
[all]:but we'll never fall 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 keep on and you don't

Steepin' to ya, dru ha, you hit the
Starang bust thangs since tek found the a-black
Me and mr. smokee, playin' the
Puffin; on l's, I fell for the ohkee...

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

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

Niggas say starang's smooth, just like ice without
I'm nice dudes, on my motherfuckin' track
Niggas call me starang, call me jack
But if you call and I'm not home, you can me back
But no matter where I'm at, I rock the show
The next up on the mic, y'all niggas gots to go
of the opera, yo I blow scenes north, south, east
West, your chest dukes, get it out your 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 a thief, blow without a trace
See so wannabe's 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 a fucked up world we live in

My lust for hip hop got me strivin' for
And when my glow shine, you vision my reflection
And now had to get a closer glimpse at it
As sweat down your face, you break into a panic

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

Like your shorties put on helmets and shouder pads, that's the ohkeedoke,
When shorties come to see a 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

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 wallet at your
With license...that's the ohkeedoke...