Luyện nghe bài hát Crip Wit Up

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

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

- Daz] 2x

Ske-daddle, emcees, these two ranest terrorists
overlookin the plains, off a propane flame
Stickin niggas paraputic, poetical, we
Emcees propurized, punished, and
Don't say I shoot, shooted
You up against the grizzly, McKenzie
I'm on a friend, nothin fun or friendly
I'm headed to where your friends be, yea
You wanna bust it in or off the motherfucker
You heard what I motherfucker
Yea Kurupt, the fuck, kidnappin 'em duck

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

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

[Chorus - 2x

Oh yea, we are most definately in
about now
Dogg gangstas
Kurupt and Dat Daz
Pushin all them suckers to the side
All the ran out on us
Shit, soundin dope, we right here
and Dat Nigga Daz {*toilet flushes*}
Took years to digest this shit
So now you got it, be-atch!