Luyện nghe bài hát Okey Dog

Once upon a time was a one man gang
Who ran from anyone or sold cocaine
OGs in the city all his name
So here's a little story about the gang that he

The hottest nigga I know, he from Dog crip
When he get up out the pen better hope he don't
Teriyaki or pastrami, he was always in some
A to this day, they talk about him in the streets
It's not a real hood, it's something he made up
To piss gang-bangers off cause he never gave a
He wore white Pro Wings, with pink and green
And anybody on the shore to say a thing
Seen him knock a lot of dudes out with one
By his side he always kept the baddest you ever seen
Made his first by the age of seventeen
Running credit card scams, never a triple beam
He was the king, everybody tried to on him
They would get confused when he Dog Crip on 'em
Most of the time would just 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, Where you, where you from?" (whoop)
"Okey Dog Crip, and don't want none"

The hottest I know, he from Okey Dog Crip
Once knocked a nigga out, and he 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 what I say 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 that they make at Okey Dog"
All he was a cause that he could get behind
He was always down to squad cause he won time
Ever since we was little he fight very well
Seen him whoop a grown man and we was 12
Kept to unless they bothered him first
But like I was saying at the top of verse
He busted up his hand on a bitch nigga's
All because he up to my homeboy and said

"Where you from, homie? Where you, 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 nigga I know, he from Okey Dog Crip
He pulled out a chopper, told me focus in on
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
in your hand, you gotta understand
A lot of men use arms they ain't got hands
The shooter is respected less than the gladiator
If you a nigga then his homies gon' get at you later
You square up, win some, some
I need to the day like John Witherspoon, son
Homie's almost out after 8 to 10
But I'mma say something he might hate to hear
Look, now I'm a grown man
30 years and I'm out here tryna throw hands
It's green light for me to blast a
So you better think twice before you ask a

"Where you from, homie? Where you, 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"