Luyện nghe bài hát Okey Dog

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

The hottest nigga I know, he from Okey Dog
When he get up out the pen better hope he don't
Teriyaki or pastrami, he was always in some
A legend to this day, they about him in the streets
It's not a real hood, it's that he made up
To piss gang-bangers off cause he never a fuck
He wore white Pro Wings, with and green strings
And anybody on the shore to say a thing
Seen him knock a lot of out with one swing
By his side he always the baddest bitch you ever seen
Made his first by the age of seventeen
credit card scams, never touched a triple beam
He was the king, everybody to trip on him
They get confused when he Okey Dog Crip on 'em
Most of the time they 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 don't want none"
"Where you from, Where you, where you from?" (whoop)
"Okey Dog Crip, and y'all don't none"

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

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

The hottest I know, he from Okey Dog Crip
He out a chopper, told 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 ain't got
The shooter is much less than the gladiator
If you kill a nigga then his gon' get at you later
You up, win some, lose some
I need to save the day John Witherspoon, son
Homie's out after 8 to 10 years
But I'mma say something he might hate to hear
Look, now that I'm a man
30 years and I'm out here tryna throw hands
It's green light for me to a motherfucker
So you better think before you ask a motherfucker

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