Luyện nghe bài hát Crip Hop

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 bang hit
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 motherfuckin' crip hop

It's time to research the documents and pull some
and put it down with this style
'Cause I be seein' being more aggressive now
After peace treaty 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 dramaticness I my rep
Every step stay on deck bustaz in check

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

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

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

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

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, gang bang 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 this motherfuckin' hop

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

On this East side shit 'cuz, I'm
On the East fuck peace we 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 hottest shit on the turntables
I won't deny ya, I'm a straight rider and you don't wanna fuck me
(Yeh, yeh)

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

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

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

your own money, make 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 smoked

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

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

It's just another day and forty dozen, niggaz
Is you hustlin', do you relate to smugglin'?
If so, grab a nine and to trip
But remember, don't let punk you out yo' grip nigga

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

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

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

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

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