Luyện nghe bài hát Crip Hop

I'm tired of punk shit, where niggaz claim to done
Where from and who run shit, I bang it to the tip-top
Can't stop, won't stop, gang bang hit rocks
To the last drip-drop, to the tick tock, to the blocks niggaz rip
I'm knowin' that this hot, this your first introduction
To this crip hop

It's time to research the documents and pull files
and put it down with this style
I be seein' niggaz being more aggressive now
After peace treaty and the weapons down

Sport Chucks 'member it was Nikes and sandals
To me it's that you're sheisty and skanless
To manage this dramaticness I my rep
step stay on deck keepin' bustaz in check

Certified guide through the streets of death
Where the sleep ya slip soon as ya met
From that real killer deal get ya steal and
have done did when the steel'll blast

Pockets filled with cash, a Benz or Jag
Lookin' rough in a bucket, tuckin' and Macs
Dip roam, chip phones, flip and
Lick shots and the cops and control block

Keep it true with the crew the old to new
Ride providin' 'em guidance like your 'sposed to do
Notice who, participatin' all the
how we livin G, strictly killer tendencies

So death to all my enemies and to the
Who rest in peace, a dub bag and
These niggaz killin' me with their proclivity
To pro climate that they as real as me

I'm tired of that punk shit, where niggaz claim to
Where they from and who run shit, I it to the tip-top
Can't stop, won't stop, gang bang hit rocks
To the drip-drop, to the tick tock, to the blocks niggaz rip glocks
I'm knowin' that shit hot, this your first introduction
To this motherfuckin' hop

Yeah nigga crip, crip, crip, talk shit and I'ma bust yo' lip
I'm gettin in the summer in a nine-six Hummer
In D.C., with a breezy, easy, see we see all we can see
G.R. we can G, the East side family, coherent, cohesive, the

On East side shit 'cuz, I'm co-signin'
On the East fuck peace we ridin
where you been it's all about where I been
Sirens, gunshots, flood glocks get

When they all try to knock knock
Who is it? Visit the papers, the and the labels
We got the hottest burnin' on the turntables
I won't deny ya, I'm a straight and you don't wanna fuck with me
(Yeh, yeh)

I'm tired of that shit, where niggaz claim to done
Where from and who run shit, I bang it to the tip-top
Can't stop, won't stop, droppin' gang hit rocks
To the last drip-drop, to the tick tock, to the niggaz rip glocks
I'm knowin' this shit hot, this your first introduction
To motherfuckin' crip hop

CRIP 'cause all we G
I'm from Rollin', 20, Crip
And I'ma tell you how the shit C
(Gon' C)

Now, if I wasn't rappin' y'all be starvin'
On my nuts without bucks Marvin
You can't sleep, you can't eat, who starvin'
Written paid but still gotta be a slave

your own money, make your own proper
Get yo' own heat, in some niggaz try to stop ya
Be a boss hog your money, float loc
And trust no one, anybody can get smoke

Like a fat-ass blunt, of bomb shit
Have a set that ass up for chip Chips Ahoy
ran in with toys
If you didn't see 'em it's the East boys

We be mobbin' like a cut
dealt, Lil' Sag, Lil' Jay, Lil' Chuck
Two times, trey times on yo' ass
Keep it O.G. nigga, rewind and

It's another day and forty dozen, niggaz strugglin'
Is you hustlin', do you to drug smugglin'?
If so, grab a and start to trip
But remember, don't let nobody punk you out yo' grip

Dogg Pound groovin', East side is the
And other can't fade us, 'cause we're the hardest in the town
And duces, never could be faded and all you suckers it
Ohh crip is down, and baby have no doubt

We turn it out and that's on East side L.B.C.
And the best, we rockin' coast to coast
and we be blowin' dope, and baby the shit
I'm talkin real shit to ya
(That real shit)

Duces 'n bangin'
(That crip shit)
I'm talkin' real shit to ya
(That real shit)
Duces 'n trayz, bangin', bangin', bangin',
(That crip)

Oooh, yeah, that East sider
(East side, side)
y'all know about this here
(What, what, what?)
I'm talking crip
(I'm, talk to me, to me)

I'm talking shit
I'm talking crip to you baby
side ahh, East side, East side
Ahh, East side, East