Luyện nghe bài hát Cripn 4 Life

[Intro: East]

Yo, Unc' you wasn't lyin' 'bout these cookies, cuz

[Verse: Dogg & Dave East]
All this money I'm
They Mason, but I ain't Pappy
Yo Unc', as clean they come, it, my braids nappy
My older wanted to kick it, I put on Rick James gladly
(?) for the caddy, that (?) with the same navi'
I'm up early at the crack of dawn, movin' a (?)
Snoop in the coupe with group (?)
Bad twistin' my locks, Jack in the box
Do it major, my flavor as I stayed on the block
raided the spot, I'm hot, devilish features, but heaven sent
Pimp shit, mink to the floor, my bitch in print
I don't trick on your chick, somethin' I never spent
Just me and Snoop, drop coupes, cookie's the medicine
Sky walk in the everglades, cuz, I'm forever
Cut a different cloth, I guess I'm a renegade
Drinkin' Crip with a splash of some lemonade
We on Daytons and we like a icecapade
Gelato we can for days, on God I'm a boss now
Uptown nigga, I was up in Harlem knockin' Pound
Used to the nobody get nervous if it's sharks round
Chains glow in the now, foreigns, I hardly walk now
to run, now I walk, all the cases I done fought
All the bud that I bought, and all the bitches that they thought
That could get a piece of my establishment
Looky here bitch, I ain't it
If I blast the shit, watch the opp do a backward
My Backwood lit, FN got a plastic
Had an in the trap was good at math and shit
Used to bag up to Doggystyle, you can't this
It's like a, action flick, with the mackin'
The rap I will hit you like a tag and split
Bag the fit, rag, sag for this
You mad as shit, my nigga East ya bitch
Got diamonds, blue hoodies, feel like I could never Crip enough
Unc' put on for years, who am I to fuck up?
Don't even trip nephew, just clean the up
And keep it for life, never switchin' up, (never) yeah

[Outro: Snoop
talk (real talk)
From Dogg to Uptown
Real (real shit)
You can't spell West the ES
You know what it is (you know it is)
Real hustlers, Crip'n (real Crip'n)
Shout out to my Mars
MyGuy, for hookin' up motherfuckin' beat
Yo East, I told you when you hit the
LAX, down, nigga
I got that bubblegum
That real shit, that real Crip
You I'm talkin' 'bout
That bubba, that blue bubblegum, cuz
You can't get it no but here, for real though
Have a bit of that Crip juice, with a splash of lemonade
And a bubblegum Backwood, and you gon' be
You me, yeah, East