Luyện nghe bài hát Cripn 4 Life

[Intro: East]

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

[Verse: Snoop & Dave East]
All money I'm makin'
They Mason, but I ain't Pappy
Yo Unc', as clean they come, fuck it, my nappy
My older wanted to kick it, I put on Rick James gladly
(?) for the caddy, that (?) with the same navi'
I'm up at the crack of dawn, movin' like a (?)
Uncle Snoop in the with group (?)
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, devilish features, but sent
Pimp shit, mink to the floor, my bitch in print
I don't trick paper on chick, somethin' I never spent
me and Snoop, twin drop coupes, cookie's the medicine
Sky walk in the everglades, cuz, I'm forever
Cut from a different cloth, I I'm a renegade
Drinkin' Crip juice a splash of some lemonade
We on Daytons and we skatin' a icecapade
Gelato we can for days, on God I'm a boss now
Uptown nigga, I was up in knockin' Dogg Pound
Used to the water nobody get nervous if it's round
Chains glow in the now, foreigns, I hardly walk now
Used to run, now I walk, all the cases I fought
All the bud that I done bought, and all the that they thought
That they get a piece of my establishment
Looky here bitch, I havin' it
If I blast the shit, watch the opp do a flip
My Backwood lit, FN got a grip
Had an advantage in the trap was good at and shit
Used to bag up to Doggystyle, you can't this
It's like a, action flick, with the mackin'
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 bagged ya
Got blue diamonds, blue hoodies, feel like I could Crip enough
Unc' put on for years, who am I to tradition up?
Don't even trip nephew, clean the kitchen up
And keep it Crip'n for life, never up, (never) yeah

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