Luyện nghe bài hát Okey Dog

Once a time 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 the gang that he claimed

The hottest I know, he from Okey Dog crip
he get up out the pen better hope he don't trip
Teriyaki or pastrami, he was always in beef
A legend to this day, they about him in the streets
not a real hood, it's something that he made up
To piss gang-bangers off cause he gave a fuck
He wore Pro Wings, with pink and green strings
And dare anybody on the shore to say a
Seen him a lot of dudes out with one swing
By his side he always kept the baddest you ever seen
Made his million by the age of seventeen
Running credit card scams, never touched a beam
He was the king, everybody to trip on him
They would get confused he Okey Dog Crip on 'em
Most of the time they would start laughing
But they all got out quick just 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 I know, he from Okey Dog Crip
Once knocked a nigga out, and he broke his own fist this
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 rather get in to it something that I like
And the one thing I love in this world all
Is the Teriyaki burger they make at Okey Dog"
All he was a cause that he could get behind
He was always down to cause he won every time
Ever since we was little he fight very well
him whoop a grown man and we was only 12
Kept to himself unless they bothered him
But like I was saying at the top of verse
He busted up his hand on a 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 don't want none"

The nigga I know, he from Okey Dog Crip
He pulled out a chopper, me focus in on this
This can make a man brave, 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 arms cause ain't got hands
The shooter is much less than the gladiator
If you kill a nigga then his 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 that he might to hear
Look, now I'm a grown man
30 years and I'm out here tryna throw hands
It's light for me to blast a motherfucker
So you better think twice you ask a motherfucker

"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 don't none"