Luyện nghe bài hát Crip Hop

I'm tired of that punk shit, where niggaz 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 drip-drop, to the tick tock, to the blocks niggaz rip glocks
I'm knowin' that this hot, this your first introduction
To motherfuckin' crip hop

time to research the documents and pull some files
and put it down with this gangsta
'Cause I be seein' niggaz more aggressive now
After peace treaty meetings and the down

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

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

filled with cash, fuck a Benz or Jag
Lookin' rough in a bucket, tuckin' and Macs
Dip roam, chip phones, flip and
shots 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
Notice who, all the activity
That's how we livin G, killer tendencies

So to all my enemies and to the homies
Who in peace, a dub bag and Hennessey
These weak niggaz me with their proclivity
To even pro climate they 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
Can't stop, won't stop, droppin' bang hit rocks
To the last drip-drop, to the tick tock, to the blocks niggaz rip
I'm that this shit hot, this your first introduction
To motherfuckin' 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 East side family, coherent, cohesive, the

On this East shit 'cuz, I'm co-signin'
On the East fuck peace we violent
Fuck where you been all about where I been
Sirens, gunshots, glocks 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 ya, I'm a straight rider and you don't wanna fuck with me
(Yeh, yeh)

I'm of that punk shit, where niggaz claim to done
Where from 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 blocks niggaz rip
I'm knowin' that this shit hot, this first introduction
To this motherfuckin' hop

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

Now, if I wasn't rappin' y'all be starvin'
On my without bucks like Marvin
You can't sleep, you can't eat, look who
bill 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 no one, anybody can get smoke smoked

Like a blunt, of that bomb shit
Have a set that ass up for chip Chips Ahoy
Niggaz ran in with
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, times on yo' motherfuckin' ass
Keep it O.G. nigga, and pass

It's just day and forty dozen, niggaz strugglin'
Is you hustlin', do you to drug smugglin'?
If so, grab a and start to trip
But remember, let nobody punk you out yo' grip nigga

Dogg Pound groovin', East side is the
And guys can't fade us, 'cause we're the hardest in the town
And duces, never be faded 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' coast to
and we be blowin' dope, and baby the shit
I'm talkin real to ya baby
(That crip shit)

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

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