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 money I'm makin'
They thinkin' Mason, but I Pappy
Yo Unc', as clean they come, fuck it, my braids
My older bitch wanted to kick it, I put on Rick James
(?) 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 the spot, I'm hot, devilish features, but heaven sent
shit, mink to the floor, my bitch in leopard print
I don't paper on your chick, somethin' I never spent
Just me and Snoop, 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' like a
we can light for days, on God I'm a boss now
Uptown nigga, I was up in Harlem knockin' Pound
Used to the water nobody get nervous if it's sharks
Chains glow in the dark now, foreigns, I walk now
to run, now I walk, all the cases I done fought
All the bud I done bought, and all the bitches that they thought
That they could get a 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 imagine this
It's a, action flick, with the mackin' pimp
The rap I will hit you like a tag and split
Bag the fit, rag, sag for this
You mad as shit, my nigga bagged ya bitch
Got blue diamonds, blue hoodies, feel like I could never Crip
Unc' put on for years, who am I to fuck 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)
Dogg Pound to Uptown
Real (real shit)
You can't spell without the ES
You know it is (you know what 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, touch down,
Cause I got that
real shit, that real 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 juice, with a splash of lemonade
And a Backwood, and you gon' be aight
You understand me, yeah,