Luyện nghe bài hát Cripn 4 Life

[Intro: Dave

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

[Verse: Snoop Dogg & Dave
All this I'm makin'
They thinkin' Mason, but I 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, like a (?)
Uncle Snoop in the coupe with (?)
Bad twistin' my locks, Jack in the box
Do it major, slang my as I stayed on the block
raided the spot, I'm hot, devilish features, but heaven sent
Pimp shit, to the floor, my bitch in leopard print
I don't trick paper on your chick, somethin' I 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 I'm a renegade
Crip juice 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
nigga, I was up in Harlem knockin' Dogg Pound
Used to the water nobody get nervous if it's 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 thought
That could get a piece of my establishment
Looky bitch, I ain't havin' it
If I blast the shit, the opp do a backward 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 imagine
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 bagged ya
Got blue diamonds, blue hoodies, feel like I could never enough
put on for years, who am I to fuck tradition up?
Don't even trip nephew, clean the kitchen up
And keep it for life, never switchin' up, (never) yeah

Snoop Dogg]
Real (real talk)
From Dogg to Uptown
shit (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)
out to my nigga Mars
MyGuy, for hookin' up motherfuckin' beat
Yo East, I told you you hit the motherfuckin'
LAX, down, nigga
I got that bubblegum
That real shit, that Crip shit
You what I'm 'bout
hubba bubba, that blue bubblegum, cuz
You can't get it no where but here, for real
Have a little bit of that Crip juice, with a splash of
And a bubblegum Backwood, and you gon' be
You me, yeah, East