Luyện nghe bài hát Cripn 4 Life

[Intro: East]

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

[Verse: Dogg & Dave East]
All this money I'm
thinkin' 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 same caddy, (?) with the same navi'
I'm up early at the crack of dawn, like a (?)
Snoop in the coupe 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 heaven
shit, mink to the floor, my bitch in leopard print
I trick paper on your chick, somethin' I never spent
me and Snoop, twin drop coupes, cookie's the medicine
Sky walk in the everglades, cuz, I'm paid
Cut from a cloth, I guess I'm a renegade
Drinkin' Crip juice a splash of some lemonade
We on Daytons and we skatin' a icecapade
we can light for days, on God I'm a boss now
Uptown nigga, I was up in Harlem Dogg Pound
Used to the nobody get nervous if it's sharks round
Chains glow in the now, foreigns, I hardly walk now
Used to run, now I walk, all the cases I done
All the bud I done bought, and all the bitches that they thought
That could 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 was good at math and shit
Used to bag up to Doggystyle, you can't imagine
like a, action flick, with 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 East bagged ya bitch
Got blue diamonds, hoodies, feel like I could never Crip enough
Unc' put on for years, who am I to fuck up?
Don't even trip nephew, clean the kitchen up
And keep it for life, never switchin' up, (never) yeah

[Outro: Dogg]
Real (real talk)
From Dogg to Uptown
shit (real shit)
You can't West without the ES
You know it is (you know what it is)
Real hustlers, Crip'n (real Crip'n)
Shout out to my nigga
MyGuy, for hookin' up this motherfuckin'
Yo East, I you when you hit the motherfuckin'
LAX, down, nigga
Cause I got bubblegum
That real shit, that real shit
You what I'm talkin'
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 be aight
You me, yeah, East