Luyện nghe bài hát Okey Dog

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

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

"Where you from, homie? Where you, 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"

The hottest nigga I know, he from 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 come up with something to say
He like "no what I say they gon' always want to fight
I'd rather get in to it over that I like
And the one thing I love in this world all
Is the Teriyaki burger that they make at Dog"
All he was a cause that he could get behind
He was always down to squad cause he won every
Ever since we was little he could very well
Seen him whoop a grown man and we was 12
to himself unless they bothered him first
But like I was saying at the top of verse
He busted up his on a bitch nigga's head
All because he up to my homeboy and said

"Where you from, homie? you, where you from?" (what?)
"Okey Dog Crip, and don't want none"
"Where you from, Where 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, me focus in on this
This can make a man brave, this could a man a slave
And you pull it out ain't too many standing in your way
in your hand, you gotta understand
A lot of men use cause they ain't got hands
The shooter is respected less than the gladiator
If you kill a nigga then his gon' get at you later
You square up, win some, some
I to save the day like John Witherspoon, son
Homie's almost out 8 to 10 years
But I'mma say something that he hate to hear
Look, now I'm a grown man
30 something years and I'm out here throw hands
It's green 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 want none"
"Where you from, homie? Where you, you from?" (whoop)
"Okey Dog Crip, and don't want none"