Luyện nghe bài hát Crip Hop

I'm tired of that shit, where niggaz claim to done
Where they and who run shit, I bang it to the tip-top
stop, won't 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 shit hot, this your introduction
To this motherfuckin' 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 once it was Nikes and sandals
To me it's unlikely that sheisty and skanless
To manage this I call my rep
Every step stay on deck bustaz in check

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

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

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

So death to all my enemies and to the
Who in peace, a dub bag and Hennessey
These weak niggaz 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, won't stop, gang bang hit rocks
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 this motherfuckin' hop

Yeah nigga this crip, crip, crip, talk and I'ma bust yo' lip
I'm gettin chips in the summer in a nine-six
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 fuck peace we ridin violent
Fuck where you been it's all about 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 don't wanna fuck me
(Yeh, yeh)

I'm tired of that punk shit, where niggaz claim to
Where they and who run shit, I bang 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' this shit hot, this your first introduction
To this motherfuckin' hop

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

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

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

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

We be mobbin' 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 another day and forty dozen, strugglin'
Is you hustlin', do you to drug smugglin'?
If so, grab a nine and start to
But remember, don't let nobody you out yo' grip nigga

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

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

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

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

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