Luyện nghe bài hát Cripn 4 Life

[Intro: East]

Yo, Unc' you lyin' 'bout these muh'fuckin' cookies, cuz

[Verse: Snoop & 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 bitch wanted to kick it, I put on Rick James gladly
(?) for the caddy, that (?) with the same navi'
I'm up early at the of dawn, movin' like a (?)
Uncle Snoop in the coupe with (?)
Bad bitch twistin' my locks, in the box
Do it major, slang my flavor as I stayed on the
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 on your chick, somethin' I never spent
Just me and Snoop, twin drop coupes, cookie's the
Sky in the everglades, cuz, I'm forever paid
Cut a different cloth, I guess I'm a renegade
Drinkin' Crip with a splash of some lemonade
We on Daytons and we skatin' a icecapade
Gelato we can light for days, on God I'm a now
Uptown nigga, I was up in knockin' Dogg Pound
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 bought, and all the bitches that they thought
That they 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 plastic
Had an advantage in the trap was good at math and
Used to bag up to Doggystyle, you can't imagine
It's like a, action flick, with the mackin'
The rap I spit 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, like I could never Crip enough
Unc' put on for years, who am I to tradition up?
Don't even trip nephew, just the kitchen up
And keep it Crip'n for life, switchin' up, (never) yeah

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