Luyện nghe bài hát Ohkeedoke

Let's go...no time to do hair, baby

Ayo! the go kid!

Right there! there!...oh oh, oh oh...

I'm smooth like a wet foot glidin' across ice,
Because these fools who be sliding on tracks, they nice
Headz screamin' they need it, but do you really hardcore?
Stakes is like de la, plus I'm fiending to start more

Trouble on the double, yet than any hooligan
Frontin' on the mic nigga, who you think you with?
Y'all be on the mic kickin' but that nonsense
Nigga please, ease back my crew the bomb since

Tell me to maintain and keep doin' my
Keep my dick in my pants, and stack the green
Shorties can't be coniving, had to flip warning
Now you in a cell tryin' to post bail by

[starang]:now in the back of my mind, yo I do hope
[tek]:that out here don't take my crew for no joke
[ms]:'cause if our against the wall, then we goin' for broke
[all]:but we'll never fall to the ohkeedoke!

goes on and on and on and on
[all]:you keep on, and you don't
[starang]yo, it on and on and on and on
[all]: you keep on and you don't

Steepin' to ya, dru ha, you hit the
Starang bust thangs since tek found the spot
Me and mr. smokee, the lo-key
Puffin; on l's, I fell for the ohkee...

...doke! when your goes up in smoke
Like a bob marley spliff being to a roach
But on the contrair, if I smoked an a day
It'll only make a mess when I bounce way

The jail scene ain't workin' no more, got me a wall
Fam put a block on the phone, won't accept collect
And to top it all off, my co-defendant turned canary
Stutter steeping through the lookin' all scary
I'm just waiting to face him in the mess
Thinkin' the tyson loss, gettin' my reps off
And the niggas in the world that I used to roll
Dont write scripts, that's the ohkeedoke shit

Niggas say starang's smooth, just like ice cube
I'm nice without dudes, on my track
Niggas me starang, others call me jack
But if you and I'm not home, you can call me back
But no where I'm at, I always rock the show
The niggas next up on the mic, y'all niggas to go
Phantom of the opera, yo I scenes north, south, east
West, your chest dukes, get it out your mouthpiece

(I was) laid back beck's, gently cleaning off a black tek
Jp's cuban link got my laced (shine baby)
Steal the show a thief, blow without a trace
See so many wannabe's tryin' to be me
Act grimy, constantly scheme how to fi me
Out to get the bonus, becoming out like the homeless
No disresepct intended, but a fucked up world we live in

My for hip hop got me strivin' for perfection
And when my inner glow shine, you vision my
And now chumps had to get a closer at it
As sweat trickle down your face, you break into a

(phonecall 1-900-get-da-boot)

Like when your put on helmets and shouder pads, that's the ohkeedoke,
When come to see a nigga with...while you bleedin' is the ohkeedoke,
Too

force...

wide...

bcc...strictly bcc...

It on and on and on and on
You keep on and you don't

Word up y'all everything is nature, word up y'all, I hate cha
We keep it movin'...we it movin'...

Yo, gettin over when you just got your wallet at your crib
your license...that's the ohkeedoke...