Luyện nghe bài hát O. G.

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

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

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

Lets speed the clock up and pass time,
17th, 1979.
That's my time being arrested,
I know I did the crime, but I going to confess to this shit.
I learned from the g's,
A g is an overseer, the sees.
More you do 'cause he gets experienced,
And besides I'm just a delinquent.
So I was gone, and I'm on my way home,
My momma's going to get me, and I flee (? ? ? ).
She puts a on my back and hands me a comb,
We stop and frosty freeze for a snowcones.
She telling me that I need to do what I done,
She said: "playing football should be your fun son".
I'm "allright" so we enter the house,
Come up to the and pops fired to the mouth.
I couldn't do nothing but cry 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 homie told me one day he had a move,
He said: "come on dogg, it'll be smooth".
I agreed and said "come on, let's go and jack fools",
Next day we were draped in the blues.
I went and did a little in the bucket see (seventeen years),
Saying to myself "i'll never fuck that nigga again".
'fore I'm down I learned to be
I am now and that's a motherfucking o.g.
Original

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.,
the shit out of niggas for guess, some hillfigers.
The man the trigger, committing robberies,
With the homies, no one could stop, knew me.
Breaking for showing, sucker niggas better know me,
Because we letting the bullshit slide no more.
Do your nigga and kick in your front door,
To let you know we can't no more.
Feeling revenge, killing enemies, and friends,
And let you pay the cost for my life, it's lost.
a coin in the air, run my fingers through my hair,
And ask myself: "who the should I really fear? ".
I ran with the best killers,
criminals and drug dealers.
Blasting niggas if come near us,
(? ? ? ) with evil spirits, no one could us if we could.
Knock on for good luck,
Serve every nigga in your hood with a buck, now been struck.
Stood gangsta in a static mack,
A grown child laying niggas the down.

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

You're fucking with the pound, oh please,
C-o-b.'s can't see the g's, [o.g.'s... repeat 5 times]
Shout outs to my mr. d-a-z,
outs to my nigga mr. warren g,
Shout to my nigga s-n-double o-p,
Shout to my niggas c, style and me.

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