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 bang it to the
stop, won't stop, droppin' gang 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 this crip hop

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

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

Certified murder guide through the streets of
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

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

Keep it true with the 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 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 climate that as real as me

I'm tired of that punk shit, niggaz 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 knowin' that this shit hot, this your introduction
To this crip hop

nigga this crip, crip, crip, talk shit and I'ma bust yo' lip
I'm chips in the summer 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 this East side shit 'cuz, I'm
On the East peace we ridin violent
Fuck where you it's all about where I been
Sirens, gunshots, flood glocks get

When they all try to knock knock
Who is it? Visit the papers, the streets and the
We got the shit 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
Where they from and who run shit, I 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 niggaz rip glocks
I'm knowin' that this hot, this your first introduction
To motherfuckin' crip hop

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

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

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

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

We be mobbin' like a cut
Dirty dealt, Lil' Sag, Lil' Jay, Lil'
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 nine and to trip
But remember, don't let punk you out yo' grip nigga

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

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

Duces 'n trayz
(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 talking crip
(I'm, to me, talk to me)

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