Luyện nghe bài hát Cripn 4 Life

[Intro: East]

Yo, you wasn't lyin' 'bout these muh'fuckin' cookies, cuz

[Verse: Snoop Dogg & East]
All money I'm makin'
They thinkin' Mason, but I Pappy
Yo Unc', as clean they come, fuck it, my nappy
My bitch wanted to kick it, I put on Rick James gladly
(?) for the same caddy, that (?) the same navi'
I'm up early at the crack of dawn, movin' a (?)
Uncle Snoop in the with group (?)
Bad bitch twistin' my locks, in the box
Do it major, slang my flavor as I on the block
They raided the spot, I'm hot, devilish features, but sent
Pimp shit, to the floor, my bitch in leopard print
I don't trick paper on your chick, somethin' I never
Just me and Snoop, twin drop coupes, cookie's the
Sky in the everglades, cuz, I'm forever paid
Cut from a different cloth, I guess I'm a
Drinkin' juice 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
nigga, I was up in Harlem knockin' Dogg Pound
Used to the water nobody get nervous if sharks round
Chains glow in the dark now, foreigns, I hardly now
Used to run, now I walk, all the cases I done
All the bud that I done bought, and all the bitches they thought
That they could get a of my establishment
Looky here bitch, I ain't it
If I blast the shit, watch the opp do a flip
My Backwood lit, FN got a plastic
Had an advantage in the trap was at math and shit
Used to bag up to Doggystyle, you can't this
It's like a, flick, with the mackin' pimp
The rap I spit will hit you a tag and split
Bag the fit, blue rag, sag for
You mad as shit, my nigga East ya bitch
Got blue diamonds, blue hoodies, feel like I could Crip enough
Unc' put on for years, who am I to fuck up?
Don't even nephew, just clean the kitchen up
And keep it Crip'n for life, never up, (never) yeah

[Outro: Dogg]
Real (real talk)
From Dogg Pound to
shit (real shit)
You can't spell without the ES
You what it is (you know what it is)
hustlers, real Crip'n (real Crip'n)
Shout out to my Mars
MyGuy, for hookin' up this beat
Yo East, I you when you hit the motherfuckin'
LAX, touch down,
I got that bubblegum
That real shit, real Crip shit
You what I'm talkin'
That hubba bubba, that bubblegum, cuz
You get it no where but here, for real though
Have a little bit of that juice, with a splash of lemonade
And a bubblegum Backwood, and you gon' be
You understand me, yeah,