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 glidin' across ice,
Because these fools who be sliding on tracks, braggin' they
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' nothing but that
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 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 of my mind, yo I really do hope
[tek]:that motherfuckers out here don't my crew for no joke
[ms]:'cause if our backs the wall, then we goin' for broke
[all]:but we'll never victim to the ohkeedoke!

goes 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
[all]: you keep on and you 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
on l's, I never 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 a mess when I bounce this way

The jail scene 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, heard my co-defendant turned
Stutter through the house lookin' all scary
I'm just waiting to him in the mess hall
Thinkin' 'bout the tyson loss, gettin' my off
And the niggas in the world that I used to roll
Dont even write scripts, the ohkeedoke shit

Niggas say smooth, just 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 me back
But no matter where I'm at, I always the show
The niggas next up on the mic, y'all niggas to go
of the opera, yo I blow scenes north, south, east
West, fuck your dukes, get it out your mouthpiece

(I was) laid back sippin' beck's, gently cleaning off a tek
Jp's link got my neck laced (shine baby)
Steal the like a thief, blow without a trace
See so many steadily tryin' 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 inner glow shine, you vision my
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,
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 is nature, word up y'all, I don't hate cha
We it movin'...we keep it movin'...

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