Luyện nghe bài hát O. G.

(daz):
Yeah, what do right here is take my time,
And dedicating this one to my niggas in peace,
And my niggas the wall.
See you when I get there, you what I'm saying? (really doe)
So with me as I go down memory lane.

Boy it's a where the grass is greener,
(1-8-7 ain't but a misdemeanor).
I've seen a lot of niggas come up, but few done up,
Some rest in peace, with their heavy squeezed.
But it's a east thang, a hoo ride thang,
('cause if we bang to the boogie than we to the bang).
I you the motherfucking .38,
(just get the mc and the nate).
So we can slide, slide, slide,
As I take you on a trip ride (east side).

(daz):
Do you back on the east side?
Where all us used to love to ride.
We didn't what we did,
Time was to us we were just kids.
Times are different now, but you get stuck,
I'm not a kid no more, I just don't a fuck.
So if you're about coming and stepping to me,
Keep in mind: I'm a motherfucking o.g.

Lets speed the clock up and some time,
17th, 1979.
That's my first being arrested,
I I did the crime, but I ain't going to confess to this shit.
I learned than the g's,
A g is an overseer, the sees.
than you do 'cause he gets experienced,
And I'm just a juvenile delinquent.
So I was gone, and I'm on my way home,
My momma's to get me, and I flee with (? ? ? ).
She puts a jacket on my back and me a comb,
We and frosty freeze for a couple snowcones.
She telling me that I need to do what I done,
She "playing football should be your only fun son".
I'm like "allright" so we the house,
Come up to the and pops fired to the mouth.
I couldn't do but cry like a bitch,
I at my momma and said: "damn, why you snitch? "
They put me on punishment but that work,
Now khakis, wallabees, and a t-shirt.
And up the neighborhood gang sides,
I do my robbery and now I gotta do time.

My told me one day he had a jack move,
He "come on nate dogg, it'll be smooth".
I agreed and said "come on, go and jack them fools",
day we were draped in the county blues.
I went and did a little in the bucket see (seventeen years),
Saying to myself "i'll fuck with that nigga again".
I'm locked down I learned to be
What I am now and that's a o.g.
gangsta

I up in the city as a chap, faced the trials,
Never smiled, a gangster in the meanwhile.
You'd find me swearing and lying, to be an o.g.,
Beating the shit out of for guess, some hillfigers.
The man behind the trigger, robberies,
With the homies, no one stop, nobody knew me.
Breaking for showing, sucker niggas better know me,
we ain't letting the bullshit slide no more.
Do your wear nigga and in your front door,
To let you we can't take no more.
Feeling revenge, enemies, family and friends,
And let you pay the cost for my life, it's lost.
Toss a in the air, run my fingers through my hair,
And ask myself: "who the fuck should I really ".
I ran around the best killers,
Thug criminals and dealers.
Blasting if they come near us,
(? ? ? ) evil spirits, no one could help us if we could.
on wood for good luck,
Serve every nigga in your hood a buck, now you've been struck.
gangsta in a static gangsta mack,
A child laying niggas the fuck down.

(daz):
Original (original gangsta),
Coming long beach (the town by the sea where niggas know me).
Coming the east side...

fucking with the pound, oh nigga please,
C-o-b.'s see the d-o-double g's, [o.g.'s... repeat 5 times]
Shout outs to my mr. d-a-z,
Shout outs to my mr. warren g,
Shout outs to my s-n-double o-p,
Shout to my niggas c, style and me.

(nate):
Yeah, up, based on a true story.
You know I'm saying? it's a g thang baby (original gangsta)
You ass bitch!