Luyện nghe bài hát Okey Dog

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

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 always in beef
A legend to day, they talk about him in the streets
It's not a real hood, it's that he made up
To piss off cause he never gave a fuck
He white Pro Wings, with pink and green strings
And dare anybody on the shore to say a
Seen him knock a lot of out with one swing
By his side he always the baddest bitch you ever seen
his first million by the age of seventeen
Running credit scams, never touched a triple beam
He was the king, everybody to trip on him
They would get confused when he Dog Crip on 'em
Most of the time would just start laughing
But all got knocked out quick just for asking

"Where you from, homie? Where you, you from?" (what?)
"Okey Dog Crip, and y'all want none"
"Where you from, Where you, where you from?" (whoop)
"Okey Dog Crip, and y'all want none"

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

"Where you from, Where you, where you from?" (what?)
"Okey Dog Crip, and y'all want none"
"Where you from, Where you, where you from?" (whoop)
"Okey Dog Crip, and y'all want none"

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

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