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 all knew 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 always in beef
A to this 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 wore white Pro Wings, with 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 kept the baddest bitch you seen
Made his first million by the age of
Running credit card scams, never touched a triple
He was the king, everybody tried to on him
They would get confused when he Okey Dog on 'em
Most of the they would just 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, 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 broke his own fist like
In L.A you get hit up day
The homie had to come up something different to say
He like "no matter what I say they gon' always to fight
I'd get in to it over something that I like
And the one thing I love in world above all
Is the burger that they make at Okey Dog"
All he needed was a cause that he get behind
He was always down to squad he won every time
Ever since we was little he could very well
Seen him whoop a grown man and we was 12
to himself unless they bothered him first
But like I was saying at the top of this
He busted up his hand on a bitch head
All he walked 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? you, where you from?" (whoop)
"Okey Dog Crip, and y'all don't none"

The hottest nigga I know, he from Dog Crip
He pulled out a chopper, told me focus in on
This can 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 hand, you gotta understand
A lot of men use cause they ain't got hands
The shooter is much less than the gladiator
If you kill a nigga then his homies get at you later
You square up, win some, some
I need to the day like John Witherspoon, son
almost out after 8 to 10 years
But say something that he might hate to hear
Look, now that I'm a man
30 something years and I'm out tryna throw hands
It's green light for me to a motherfucker
So you better twice before you ask a motherfucker

"Where you from, homie? 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 don't want none"