Luyện nghe bài hát Crip Hop

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

time to research the documents and pull some files
and put it down with this gangsta
'Cause I be niggaz being more aggressive now
After peace treaty meetings and the down

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

Certified guide through the streets of death
the sleep ya slip soon as ya weakness met
From real killer deal get ya steal and mash
Niggaz have done did when the blast

Pockets filled with cash, fuck a or Jag
rough in a bucket, tuckin' tens and Macs
Dip roam, chip phones, and clock
Lick shots and the and control your block

Keep it true with the from the old to new
Ride 'em with guidance like your 'sposed to do
who, participatin' all the activity
That's how we livin G, strictly killer

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 even pro that they as real as me

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

nigga this crip, crip, crip, talk shit and I'ma bust yo' lip
I'm gettin chips in the 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 this East side 'cuz, I'm co-signin'
On the East fuck peace we ridin
Fuck where you been it's all where I been
Sirens, gunshots, flood get popped

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 rider and you wanna fuck with me
(Yeh, yeh)

I'm tired of that punk shit, where niggaz claim to
they 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 tock, to the blocks niggaz rip glocks
I'm that this shit hot, this your first introduction
To this crip hop

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

Now, if I wasn't rappin' motherfucker y'all be
On my nuts bucks like Marvin
You can't sleep, you can't eat, who starvin'
Written bill paid but still gotta be a

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

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

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

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

Dogg Pound groovin', side is the greatest
And guys can't fade us, 'cause we're the hardest in the town
And duces, never be faded and all you suckers hate it
Ohh crip is goin down, and 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 that's the shit
I'm talkin shit to ya baby
(That crip shit)

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

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

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