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 it to the tip-top
Can't stop, stop, droppin' gang bang hit rocks
To the last drip-drop, to the tick tock, to the niggaz rip glocks
I'm knowin' that this hot, this your first introduction
To this crip hop

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

Sport 'member once it was Nikes and sandals
To me it's unlikely that you're sheisty and
To manage this I call my rep
Every step stay on deck keepin' in check

Certified murder guide through the of death
Where the sleep ya slip as ya weakness met
From real killer deal get ya steal and mash
Niggaz done did when the steel'll blast

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

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

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

I'm of that punk shit, where niggaz claim to done
they from and who run shit, I bang it to the tip-top
Can't stop, won't stop, droppin' gang bang hit
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 this crip hop

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

On this East side shit 'cuz, I'm
On the East peace we ridin violent
Fuck where you been it's all about I been
Sirens, gunshots, glocks get popped

they all try to knock knock knock
Who is it? Visit the papers, the streets and the
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 of that punk shit, where niggaz claim to done
Where they from and who run shit, I bang it to the
Can't stop, stop, droppin' gang bang hit rocks
To the last drip-drop, to the tick tock, to the blocks rip glocks
I'm knowin' that this shit hot, this first introduction
To this motherfuckin' hop

'cause that's 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' motherfucker y'all be
On my nuts without bucks Marvin
You can't sleep, you eat, look who starvin'
Written bill paid but gotta 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 about your money, loc
And trust no one, anybody can get smoked

Like a blunt, of that 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
Dirty dealt, Lil' Sag, Lil' Jay, Chuck
Two times, times on yo' motherfuckin' ass
Keep it O.G. nigga, rewind and

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

Pound groovin', East side is the greatest
And other guys can't fade us, we're the hardest in the town
And duces, never could be faded and all you 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 we're the best, we coast to coast
and we be blowin' dope, and baby the shit
I'm talkin shit to ya baby
(That real shit)

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

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

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