Luyện nghe bài hát Cripn 4 Life

[Intro: East]

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

[Verse: Snoop Dogg & East]
All money I'm makin'
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 same caddy, that (?) with the same
I'm up at the crack of dawn, movin' like a (?)
Snoop in the coupe with group (?)
Bad bitch twistin' my locks, 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, twin coupes, cookie's the medicine
Sky walk in the everglades, cuz, I'm paid
Cut from a different cloth, I I'm a renegade
Drinkin' Crip with a splash of some lemonade
We on and we skatin' like a icecapade
Gelato we can light for days, on God I'm a now
Uptown nigga, I was up in Harlem knockin' Dogg
Used to the water 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 done bought, and all the bitches that they
That they get a piece of my establishment
here bitch, I ain't havin' it
If I blast the shit, watch the opp do a flip
My lit, FN got a plastic grip
Had an advantage in the trap was good at math and
Used to bag up to Doggystyle, you can't this
It's like a, action flick, the mackin' pimp
The rap I spit will hit you like a tag and
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 never Crip
put on for years, who am I to fuck tradition up?
Don't even nephew, just clean the kitchen up
And keep it Crip'n for life, never switchin' up, (never)

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