Luyện nghe bài hát Okey Dog

Once upon a time there was a one man
Who never ran anyone or sold cocaine
OGs in the city all his name
So here's a little story about the gang 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 always in beef
A legend to this day, they talk about him in the
It's not a hood, it's something that he made up
To piss gang-bangers off cause he never gave a
He wore white Pro Wings, with pink and strings
And anybody on the shore to say a thing
him knock a lot of dudes out with one swing
By his side he always kept the baddest you ever seen
Made his first million by the age of
Running credit card scams, never touched a beam
He was the king, everybody to trip on him
would get confused when he Okey Dog Crip on 'em
Most of the time they would just start
But they all got knocked out quick just for

"Where you from, homie? Where you, you from?" (what?)
"Okey Dog Crip, and y'all don't 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
Once knocked a out, and he broke his own fist like 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' want to fight
I'd rather get in to it over something I like
And the one thing I love in world above all
Is the Teriyaki burger they make at Okey Dog"
All he needed was a cause 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 they bothered him first
But I was saying at the top of this verse
He busted up his hand on a bitch nigga's
All he walked 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, homie? 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, told me focus in on
This can make a man brave, this make a man a slave
And once you it out ain't too many standing in your way
Trigger in hand, you gotta understand
A lot of men use arms cause they 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, some
I need to save the day John Witherspoon, son
Homie's almost out 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 here tryna hands
green light for me to blast a motherfucker
So you better 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, homie? you, where you from?" (whoop)
"Okey Dog Crip, and y'all don't none"