Luyện nghe bài hát Okey Dog

Once a time there was a one man gang
Who never ran from anyone or sold
OGs in the city all knew his
So here's a little story about the gang he claimed

The hottest nigga I know, he from Dog crip
When he get up out the pen better he don't trip
Teriyaki or pastrami, he was always in some
A legend to this day, talk about him in the streets
It's not a real hood, something that he made up
To piss gang-bangers off cause he gave a fuck
He wore Pro Wings, with pink and green strings
And dare on the shore to say a thing
Seen him knock a lot of dudes out with one
By his side he always kept the baddest bitch you seen
Made his million by the age of seventeen
Running credit card scams, never touched a beam
He was the king, everybody to trip on him
They get confused when he Okey Dog Crip on 'em
Most of the time would just start laughing
But they all got knocked out quick just for

"Where you from, Where you, where you from?" (what?)
"Okey Dog Crip, and y'all don't none"
"Where you from, Where you, where you from?" (whoop)
"Okey Dog Crip, and y'all want none"

The hottest nigga I know, he Okey Dog Crip
Once knocked a nigga out, and he his own fist like this
In L.A you get hit up day
The homie had to come up something different to say
He "no matter what I say they gon' always want to fight
I'd rather get in to it over something I like
And the one thing I love in this world all
Is the burger that they make at Okey Dog"
All he was a cause that he could get behind
He was always down to cause he won every time
Ever since we was little he could fight well
Seen him a grown man and we was only 12
to himself unless they bothered him first
But like I was saying at the top of verse
He busted up his on a bitch nigga's head
All because he walked up to my homeboy and

"Where you from, Where you, where you from?" (what?)
"Okey Dog Crip, and y'all don't none"
"Where you from, homie? you, where you from?" (whoop)
"Okey Dog Crip, and y'all want none"

The nigga I know, he from Okey Dog Crip
He pulled out a chopper, me focus in on this
This can a man brave, this could make a man a slave
And you pull it out ain't too many standing in your way
Trigger in hand, you gotta understand
A lot of men use arms cause they got hands
The shooter is much less than the gladiator
If you kill a then his homies gon' get at you later
You square up, win some, some
I to save the day like John Witherspoon, son
Homie's almost out after 8 to 10
But I'mma say something that he might hate to
Look, now I'm a grown man
30 something years and I'm out here tryna hands
green light for me to blast a motherfucker
So you better think before you ask a motherfucker

"Where you from, homie? you, where you from?" (what?)
"Okey Dog Crip, and don't want none"
"Where you from, homie? you, where you from?" (whoop)
"Okey Dog Crip, and y'all want none"