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 it to the tip-top
Can't stop, won't stop, droppin' gang hit rocks
To the last drip-drop, to the tock, to the blocks niggaz rip glocks
I'm knowin' that this shit hot, this your first
To motherfuckin' crip hop

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

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

murder guide through the streets of death
Where the sleep ya soon as ya weakness met
that real killer 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, and clock
Lick and the cops and control your block

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

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

I'm tired of that punk shit, where niggaz to done
they from and who run shit, I bang 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 blocks rip glocks
I'm knowin' that this shit hot, this your first
To motherfuckin' crip hop

Yeah nigga this crip, crip, crip, shit and I'ma bust yo' lip
I'm gettin chips in the 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 East side shit 'cuz, I'm co-signin'
On the East fuck peace we ridin
Fuck where you been it's all about where I
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 burnin' 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 punk shit, where claim to done
they from and who run shit, I bang it to the tip-top
Can't stop, won't stop, droppin' gang 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

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

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

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

a fat-ass 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 the East side boys

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

just another day and forty dozen, niggaz strugglin'
Is you hustlin', do you relate to smugglin'?
If so, grab a nine and to trip
But remember, don't let nobody you out yo' grip nigga

Dogg groovin', East side is the greatest
And other guys can't fade us, 'cause the hardest in the town
And duces, could be faded and all you suckers hate it
Ohh crip is goin down, and baby no doubt

We gonna turn it out and that's on East L.B.C.
And we're the best, we coast 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 crip shit)
I'm real shit to ya baby
(That real shit)
'n trayz, bangin', bangin', bangin', bangin'
(That crip)

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

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