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 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 blocks rip glocks
I'm that this shit hot, this your first introduction
To motherfuckin' crip hop

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

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

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

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

Keep it with the crew from the old to new
providin' 'em with guidance like your 'sposed to do
Notice who, 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 pro climate 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, 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 motherfuckin' crip hop

Yeah nigga this crip, crip, crip, talk shit and I'ma 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 side family, coherent, cohesive, the co-pilot

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

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

I'm tired of 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, gang bang hit rocks
To the last drip-drop, to the tick tock, to the blocks niggaz rip
I'm knowin' that shit hot, this your first introduction
To motherfuckin' crip hop

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dogg Pound groovin', East is the greatest
And guys 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 goin down, and baby no doubt

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

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

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

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