Luyện nghe bài hát Cripn 4 Life

[Intro: Dave

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

[Verse: Dogg & Dave East]
All this I'm makin'
thinkin' Mason, but I ain't Pappy
Yo Unc', as clean they come, fuck it, my braids
My older bitch wanted to kick it, I put on Rick James
(?) for the same caddy, that (?) the same navi'
I'm up early at the of dawn, movin' like a (?)
Uncle Snoop in the coupe with (?)
Bad twistin' my locks, Jack in the box
Do it major, my flavor as I stayed on the block
They raided the spot, I'm hot, features, but heaven sent
shit, mink to the floor, my bitch in leopard print
I don't trick on your chick, somethin' I never spent
me and Snoop, twin drop coupes, cookie's the medicine
Sky walk in the everglades, cuz, I'm paid
Cut from a different cloth, I guess I'm a
Drinkin' Crip juice with a splash of some
We on Daytons and we skatin' like a
we can light for days, on God I'm a boss now
Uptown nigga, I was up in Harlem Dogg Pound
Used to the water nobody get if it's sharks round
glow in the dark now, foreigns, I hardly walk now
Used to run, now I walk, all the cases I fought
All the bud I done bought, and all the bitches that they thought
That they could get a piece of my
Looky here bitch, I ain't it
If I blast the shit, watch the opp do a flip
My Backwood lit, FN got a grip
Had an advantage in the was good at math and shit
Used to bag up to Doggystyle, you can't this
It's like a, action flick, with the pimp
The rap I spit will hit you a tag and split
Bag the fit, rag, sag for this
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 trip nephew, clean the kitchen up
And it Crip'n for life, never switchin' up, (never) yeah

[Outro: Dogg]
talk (real talk)
From Dogg Pound to
shit (real shit)
You can't spell without the ES
You know it is (you know what it is)
Real hustlers, real (real Crip'n)
out to my nigga 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
hubba bubba, that blue bubblegum, cuz
You can't get it no but here, for real though
a little bit of that Crip juice, with a splash of lemonade
And a Backwood, and you gon' be aight
You understand me, yeah,