Luyện nghe bài hát Ohkeedoke

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

Ayo! the go kid!

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

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

Trouble on the double, yet cooler than any
Frontin' on the mic nigga, who you think you with?
be on the mic kickin' nothing but that nonsense
Nigga please, back my crew been the bomb since

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

[starang]:now in the back of my mind, yo I do hope
[tek]:that motherfuckers out here don't take my crew for no
[ms]:'cause if our backs the wall, then we goin' for broke
[all]:but never fall victim 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
you keep on and you don't stop

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

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

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

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

(I was) laid back sippin' beck's, cleaning off a black tek
Jp's cuban link got my laced (shine baby)
Steal the show like a thief, without a trace
See so many wannabe's steadily 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 it's a fucked up world we in

My lust for hip hop got me strivin' for
And when my inner glow shine, you my reflection
And now had to get a closer glimpse at it
As sweat trickle down face, you break into a panic

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

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

force...

wide...

bcc...strictly bcc...

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

up y'all everything is nature, word up y'all, I don't hate cha
We keep it movin'...we it movin'...

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