Luyện nghe bài hát Crip Hop

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

It's time to research the documents and pull some
and put it down this gangsta style
'Cause I be seein' niggaz being aggressive now
After treaty meetings and the weapons down

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

Certified murder through the streets of death
Where the ya slip soon as ya weakness met
that real killer deal get ya steal and mash
Niggaz have did when the steel'll blast

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

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

So death to all my and to the homies
Who rest in peace, a dub bag and
These weak niggaz killin' me with proclivity
To even pro 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 bang it to the
Can't stop, won't stop, droppin' bang hit rocks
To the drip-drop, to the tick tock, to the blocks niggaz rip glocks
I'm knowin' that this shit hot, this your first
To this crip hop

Yeah this crip, crip, crip, talk shit and I'ma bust yo' lip
I'm gettin chips in the summer in a nine-six
In D.C., fuckin' 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 shit 'cuz, I'm
On the East peace we ridin violent
Fuck where you been it's all about where I
Sirens, gunshots, flood get popped

When they all try to knock knock
Who is it? the papers, the streets and the labels
We got the shit 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 punk shit, where niggaz 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 blocks niggaz rip
I'm knowin' that this shit hot, your first introduction
To this crip hop

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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