Luyện nghe bài hát Ohkeedoke

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

Ayo! the go kid!

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

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

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

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

[starang]:now in the of my mind, yo I really do hope
[tek]:that motherfuckers out here don't take my for no joke
[ms]:'cause if our backs against the wall, we goin' 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 stop
[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 since tek found the a-black spot
Me and mr. smokee, playin' the
Puffin; on l's, I fell for the ohkee...

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

The jail scene ain't workin' no more, got me punchin' a
Fam put a block on the phone, won't collect calls
And to top it all off, heard my co-defendant canary
Stutter steeping through the house lookin' all
I'm just waiting to 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 write scripts, that's the ohkeedoke shit

Niggas say starang's smooth, just like ice cube
I'm nice without dudes, on my motherfuckin'
Niggas call me starang, others me jack
But if you and I'm not home, you can call me back
But no matter where I'm at, I always the show
The niggas 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 beck's, gently cleaning off a black tek
cuban link got my neck laced (shine baby)
Steal the like 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 like the
No disresepct intended, but it's a fucked up we live in

My lust for hip hop got me strivin' for
And when my inner shine, you vision my reflection
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 your shorties put on helmets and shouder pads, 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

Word up y'all everything is nature, word up y'all, I hate cha
We it movin'...we keep it movin'...

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