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 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 he don't trip
Teriyaki or pastrami, he was always in some
A legend to this day, they talk about him in the
It's not a hood, it's something that he made up
To gang-bangers off cause he never gave a fuck
He wore white Pro Wings, with pink and strings
And dare on the shore to say a thing
him knock a lot of dudes out with one swing
By his he always kept the baddest bitch 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 get confused when he Okey Dog Crip on 'em
Most of the time they would start laughing
But they all got knocked out quick for asking

"Where you from, Where you, where 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 want none"

The hottest nigga I know, he from Dog Crip
Once knocked a nigga out, and he broke his own fist this
In L.A you get hit up day
The homie had to come up with different to say
He like "no matter what I say they gon' always want to
I'd rather get in to it something that I like
And the one thing I in this world above all
Is the Teriyaki burger that make at Okey Dog"
All he needed was a cause he could get behind
He was always down to squad he won every time
Ever since we was little he could fight very
Seen him whoop a man and we was only 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, Where you, where you from?" (what?)
"Okey Dog Crip, and y'all want 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
He out a chopper, told me focus in on this
can make a man brave, this could make a man a slave
And once you it out ain't too many standing in your way
Trigger in your hand, you gotta
A lot of men use cause they ain't got hands
The shooter is much less than the gladiator
If you kill a nigga his homies gon' get at you later
You square up, win some, lose
I need to the day like 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 something years and I'm out here throw hands
It's green light for me to blast a
So you think twice 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, Where you, where you from?" (whoop)
"Okey Dog Crip, and y'all don't none"