Luyện nghe bài hát Cripn 4 Life

[Intro: East]

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

[Verse: Snoop Dogg & East]
All money I'm makin'
They Mason, but I ain't Pappy
Yo Unc', as they come, fuck it, my braids nappy
My older bitch wanted to kick it, I put on Rick gladly
(?) for the caddy, that (?) with the same navi'
I'm up early at the crack of dawn, movin' a (?)
Uncle in the coupe with group (?)
Bad bitch my locks, Jack in the box
Do it major, my flavor as I stayed on the block
raided the spot, I'm hot, devilish features, but heaven sent
Pimp shit, mink to the floor, my bitch in leopard
I don't trick paper on your chick, somethin' I never
Just me and Snoop, twin drop coupes, the medicine
Sky walk in the everglades, cuz, I'm forever
Cut from a cloth, I guess I'm a renegade
Drinkin' Crip juice with a of some lemonade
We on Daytons and we skatin' a icecapade
Gelato we can for days, on God I'm a boss now
Uptown nigga, I was up in Harlem knockin' Dogg
to the water 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 that I done bought, and all the bitches they thought
That they get a piece of my establishment
here 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 trap was good at and shit
Used to bag up to Doggystyle, you imagine this
It's like a, action flick, the mackin' pimp
The rap I spit will hit you like a tag and
Bag the fit, rag, sag for this
You mad as shit, my nigga East bagged ya
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, clean the kitchen up
And keep it Crip'n for life, switchin' up, (never) yeah

[Outro: Snoop
talk (real talk)
From Dogg to Uptown
Real (real shit)
You spell West without the ES
You know it is (you know what it is)
hustlers, real Crip'n (real Crip'n)
Shout out to my Mars
MyGuy, for hookin' up motherfuckin' beat
Yo East, I you when you hit the motherfuckin'
LAX, touch down,
I got that bubblegum
That real shit, that real Crip
You what I'm 'bout
That bubba, that blue bubblegum, cuz
You can't get it no but here, for real though
Have a bit of that Crip juice, with a splash of lemonade
And a bubblegum Backwood, and you gon' be
You me, yeah, East