Luyện nghe bài hát Okey Dog

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

The hottest nigga I know, he from Okey Dog
When he get up out the pen hope he don't trip
Teriyaki or pastrami, he was in some beef
A legend to day, they talk about him in the streets
It's not a real hood, it's something that he 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
Seen him knock a lot of out with one swing
By his he always kept the baddest bitch you ever seen
Made his first million by the age of
credit card scams, never touched a triple beam
He was the king, tried to trip on him
They would get confused when he Okey Dog on 'em
Most of the time they would just start
But all got knocked out quick just for asking

"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 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 they gon' want to fight
I'd rather get in to it something that I like
And the one I love in this world above all
Is the Teriyaki burger they make at Okey Dog"
All he was a cause that he could get behind
He was always to squad cause he won every time
Ever since we was little he could fight well
Seen him whoop a man and we was only 12
Kept to himself unless they him first
But like I was saying at the top of this
He busted up his hand on a bitch head
All because he up to my homeboy and said

"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 don't want none"

The hottest nigga I know, he from Okey Dog
He out a chopper, told me focus in on this
This can make a man brave, could make a man a slave
And you pull it out ain't too many standing in your way
Trigger in your hand, you understand
A lot of men use arms they ain't got hands
The shooter is respected much less the gladiator
If you kill a then his homies gon' get at you later
You square up, win some, some
I need to save the day John Witherspoon, son
almost out after 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 tryna throw hands
It's green light for me to blast a
So you think twice before you ask a motherfucker

"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"