Luyện nghe bài hát Crip Wit Up

[Chorus - Daz 2x
All my niggas won't you Crip me
All my won't you Crip with me
If you ain't Crippin, you my
Everybody won't you Crip me

Awwww!
Emcees I
Don't no games, don't procrastinate
Got my homeboy Slip, playin 'round the clip
to slap a bitch, and poppin' off at the lip
Whatchu want somethin', get my gauge and pop
to pull it out, clop ka-pop-pop somethin
What the fuck all niggas want to know about the Gang
Actin y'all niggas ain't really knew my name
you see, we gangstas, hearts and all
Let it spark, get the through the dark and all
See 'em all runnin through the lot
Give a homeboys 'cause we sparks it off
I'm a R.A.W. dog from the D.P.G.
And I'll be one precious and duchess
When ya us in the cut and ya lookin like what
Best it be Daz and that nigga Kurupt
We got it all locked down you ain't hittin no mo'
Washed up, what the fuck, you ain't no mo'
The radical, dramatical assassin, my gat is
To blast it, stretch like elastic
Now you a has been, took out the game
Ran smack into a train, motherfucker
And gettin like an everyday thing
Beach, Eastside insane, motherfucker

[Chorus - 2x

Ske-daddle, emcees, well two ranest terrorists
Pterodactyl overlookin the plains, off a propane
niggas paraputic, poetical, we theraputic
Emcees propurized, punished, and
say I shoot, homeboy shooted
You up against the grizzly, 'cause
I'm on a friend, ain't nothin fun or
I'm headed to your friends be, yea motherfucker
You bust it in or off the head motherfucker
You what I said motherfucker
Yea Kurupt, what the fuck, 'em duck

Niggas like you don't make it over
Where it's all about your heart and the clothes you

I out this bitch at the age of sixteen
Got my M-16 at eighteen
First I knew was 11-8 gangstas
don't ya know, moved by the 6-0's
Ya ever got quoted, well I did
on by, ?, Embart, and Harthone
In land we in homie it's all about stripes
The fool a nigga settle down with kids and a wife
Fuck a bitch homie, but I warned you
You can't beat on 'em in California, call the cops on ya
Born in the illy philly
When from Sheltoe and to heat and Canishel
When from on the block, to mini-macks and knots
The macks, petas, mini-mags, and glocks,

[Chorus - 2x

Oh yea, we are most in effect
Right now
Pound gangstas
Kurupt and Dat Daz
Pushin all them other to the side
All the ran out on us
Shit, we're soundin dope, we here
Kurupt and Dat Nigga Daz flushes*}
five years to digest this shit
So now you got it, be-atch!