Luyện nghe bài hát O.G.

(Verse 1)
Raised in the middle of the land full of bar-b-que stands and the throw hands
Everybody grittin grands
Kansas City were the pretty make you say DWAM!
Kicks it like a donkey we famous
Wicked want me cause I came up
is were the homies trip and say what
Yo we the "Show-Me" get my money, p-p-pay up
Got on my 501's and my gritter
I fit her proper, if she I'm in her choppers
Lettin her this ninna dinner cost her
And I'm finna her
So like someone better get her doctor
This boy is and raised in KC, M.I.Z.Z.O.U.
But once in a while I hit the L.K. (Lawrence, KS) for
Cause they be, in KU
Then back to Kansas were it's Gates all on they plate
We think about it and we it when we vacate
I represent the MO and all the way to
Call me N9ne but teachers and students call me A. Yates

(Hook)
I'm hella fine like the food at Gate's
Strawberry, bean, mixed plate
So everybody just bounce, rock,
wait O.G. Ollie Gates
O.G. Like Gates
O.G. Like Gates
O.G. Gates
O.G.

(Verse 2)
This is City
We be scoutin pretty young things yo we got her and
Like dun I'm a pop her blouse and
Get her hot and ready listenin to Troutman
Rest in peace baby, seven this beats
Teach babys we to listen to this atleast 80
We City steppin
No we reppin 56 and 57
We that if he jeffin then he's shady
Gates got the chicken wings
This will bring traffic when the really want the crispy things
So you be listenin cause the don is sniffin green
This is the get ya when you hittin your nicotine
got your money man and you know that they ain't
Somethin yea you know the tray say Gates
That's the place were come and getcha if the pay late
But I stay cause everyones bangin the A. Yates

(Hook)
I'm hella fine like the food at Gate's
Strawberry, bean, mixed plate
So everybody bounce, rock, skate
Can't O.G. Ollie Gates
O.G. Like Gates
O.G. Ollie Gates
O.G. Gates
O.G.

(Verse 3)
North-side is you, EY
where is you, EY
East-side is you, EY
West-side it do, EY.. Tech N9ne
Ain't nobody's sauce this
Ain't no other bar-b-que boss like
The Fiorella's might cost a bit
Ya we do it but the fire ain't like this
O.G. me go see
If the city's Q is G.O.O.D.
But he knew that I would out slowly
Just my KC bar-b-que they cannot hold me, A. Yates

(Hook)
I'm hella like the food at Ollie Gate's
Strawberry, bean, mixed plate
So everybody bounce, rock, skate
Can't
Now say
Lalalalalalalalalala,
Now say
Lalalalalalalalalala,