Luyện nghe bài hát Crip Hop

I'm tired of that punk shit, niggaz claim to done
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 last drip-drop, to the tick tock, to the niggaz rip glocks
I'm that this shit hot, this your first introduction
To this crip hop

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

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

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

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

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

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

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, droppin' gang bang hit
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 this motherfuckin' hop

Yeah nigga this crip, crip, crip, talk shit and I'ma yo' lip
I'm chips in the summer in a nine-six Hummer
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 shit 'cuz, I'm co-signin'
On the East peace we ridin violent
Fuck where you been it's all where I been
Sirens, gunshots, glocks get popped

When they all try to knock knock
Who is it? Visit the papers, the streets and the
We got the hottest shit 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 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 drip-drop, to the tick tock, to the blocks niggaz rip glocks
I'm knowin' that this shit hot, this your first
To motherfuckin' crip hop

CRIP 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 rappin' motherfucker y'all be starvin'
On my nuts bucks like Marvin
You can't sleep, you eat, look who starvin'
Written paid but still gotta be a slave

Flip own money, make your own proper
Get yo' own heat, in case some try to stop ya
Be a boss hog your 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
ran in with toys
If you didn't see 'em it's the East boys

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

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

Dogg 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 suckers it
Ohh crip is goin down, and baby have no

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 that's the shit
I'm talkin real to ya baby
(That crip shit)

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

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

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