Luyện nghe bài hát Okey Dog

Once a time there was a one man gang
Who never ran anyone or sold cocaine
OGs in the city all knew his
So here's a little story about the gang he claimed

The nigga I know, he from Okey Dog crip
When he get up out the pen better hope he don't
Teriyaki or pastrami, he was in some beef
A legend to this day, they talk him in the streets
It's not a real hood, it's something that he up
To piss off cause he never gave a fuck
He wore white Pro Wings, with pink and strings
And dare anybody on the to say a thing
Seen him a lot of dudes out with one swing
By his side he always kept the baddest you ever seen
Made his first million by the age of
Running credit card scams, never touched a triple
He was the king, everybody to trip on him
They would get when he Okey Dog Crip on 'em
of the time they would just start laughing
But they all got knocked out just for asking

"Where you from, Where you, where you from?" (what?)
"Okey Dog Crip, and don't want none"
"Where you from, homie? Where you, you from?" (whoop)
"Okey Dog Crip, and y'all want none"

The nigga I know, he from Okey Dog Crip
knocked a nigga out, and he broke his own fist like this
In L.A you get hit up day
The homie had to up with something different to say
He like "no matter I say they gon' always want to fight
I'd get in to it over something that I like
And the one thing I love in this above all
Is the Teriyaki that they make at Okey Dog"
All he needed was a cause he could get behind
He was always down to cause he won every time
since we was little he could fight very well
Seen him whoop a grown man and we was 12
Kept to himself unless bothered him first
But I was saying at the top of this verse
He busted up his hand on a bitch nigga's
All because he walked up to my homeboy and

"Where you from, homie? Where you, you from?" (what?)
"Okey Dog Crip, and don't want none"
"Where you from, homie? you, where you from?" (whoop)
"Okey Dog Crip, and y'all don't none"

The hottest I know, he from Okey Dog Crip
He pulled out a chopper, told me in on this
This can make a man brave, this make a man a slave
And once you pull it out ain't too many standing in way
Trigger in your hand, you understand
A lot of men use arms cause they got hands
The shooter is respected less than the gladiator
If you kill a nigga then his homies gon' get at you
You up, win some, lose some
I need to save the day John Witherspoon, son
Homie's almost out after 8 to 10
But say something that he might hate to hear
Look, now that I'm a man
30 years and I'm out here tryna throw hands
green light for me to blast a motherfucker
So you better think before you ask a motherfucker

"Where you from, Where you, where you from?" (what?)
"Okey Dog Crip, and y'all don't none"
"Where you from, homie? you, where you from?" (whoop)
"Okey Dog Crip, and don't want none"