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 I'm makin'
They thinkin' Mason, but I ain't
Yo Unc', as clean come, fuck it, my braids nappy
My older bitch wanted to it, I put on Rick James gladly
(?) for the same caddy, that (?) with the navi'
I'm up early at the crack of dawn, movin' a (?)
Uncle Snoop in the with group (?)
Bad bitch my locks, Jack in the box
Do it major, slang my flavor as I stayed on the
They raided the spot, I'm hot, devilish features, but heaven
Pimp shit, mink to the floor, my bitch in print
I trick paper on your chick, somethin' I never spent
Just me and Snoop, drop coupes, cookie's the medicine
Sky in the everglades, cuz, I'm forever paid
Cut from a different cloth, I I'm a renegade
Drinkin' Crip with a splash of some lemonade
We on and we skatin' like a icecapade
we can light for days, on God I'm a boss now
Uptown nigga, I was up in knockin' Dogg Pound
Used to the nobody get nervous if it's sharks round
Chains glow in the dark now, foreigns, I hardly now
Used to run, now I walk, all the I done fought
All the bud that I done bought, and all the bitches they thought
they could get a piece of my establishment
Looky 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
to bag up to Doggystyle, you can't imagine this
It's like a, 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 East bagged ya
Got blue diamonds, blue hoodies, feel 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, never up, (never) yeah

Snoop Dogg]
Real (real talk)
From Pound to Uptown
shit (real shit)
You spell West without the ES
You know it is (you know what it is)
Real hustlers, real (real Crip'n)
Shout out to my nigga
MyGuy, for up this motherfuckin' beat
Yo East, I you when you hit the motherfuckin'
LAX, down, nigga
Cause I got that
That real shit, that real Crip
You I'm talkin' 'bout
That hubba bubba, that 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 gon' be
You understand me, yeah,