Luyện nghe bài hát Cripn 4 Life

[Intro: East]

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

[Verse: Snoop Dogg & Dave
All money I'm makin'
They thinkin' Mason, but I ain't
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, (?) with the same navi'
I'm up early at the crack of dawn, like a (?)
Snoop in the coupe with group (?)
Bad bitch 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, mink to the floor, my in leopard print
I don't trick paper on your chick, somethin' I spent
Just me and Snoop, drop coupes, cookie's the medicine
Sky walk in the everglades, cuz, I'm forever
Cut from a cloth, I guess I'm a renegade
Drinkin' juice with 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
nigga, I was up in Harlem knockin' Dogg Pound
Used to the water nobody get if it's sharks round
Chains in the dark now, foreigns, I hardly walk now
Used to run, now I walk, all the cases I fought
All the bud that I bought, and all the bitches that they thought
That could get a piece of my establishment
Looky bitch, I ain't havin' it
If I the shit, watch the opp do a backward flip
My lit, FN got a plastic 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, the mackin' pimp
The rap I spit will hit you a tag and split
Bag the fit, blue rag, sag for
You mad as shit, my nigga bagged ya bitch
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, just clean the up
And it Crip'n for life, never switchin' up, (never) yeah

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