Luyện nghe bài hát Cripn 4 Life

[Intro: East]

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

[Verse: Snoop Dogg & East]
All this money I'm
thinkin' Mason, but I ain't Pappy
Yo Unc', as clean come, fuck it, my braids nappy
My older bitch wanted to kick it, I put on James gladly
(?) for the same caddy, that (?) with the same
I'm up early at the crack of dawn, like 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, to the floor, my bitch in leopard print
I don't trick paper on your chick, somethin' I never
Just me and Snoop, drop coupes, cookie's the medicine
Sky walk in the everglades, cuz, I'm paid
Cut from a different cloth, I guess I'm a
Drinkin' Crip juice with a splash of lemonade
We on Daytons and we like a icecapade
Gelato we can for days, on God I'm a boss now
Uptown nigga, I was up in Harlem Dogg Pound
Used to the water nobody get nervous if it's round
Chains glow in the now, foreigns, I hardly walk now
Used to run, now I walk, all the I done fought
All the bud that I done bought, and all the that they thought
That they could get a piece of my
Looky here bitch, I 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 trap was at math and shit
Used to bag up to Doggystyle, you imagine this
It's like a, action flick, with the mackin'
The rap I will hit you like a tag and split
Bag the fit, rag, sag for this
You mad as shit, my East bagged ya bitch
Got blue diamonds, blue hoodies, feel I could never Crip enough
put on for years, who am I to fuck tradition up?
Don't even nephew, just clean the kitchen up
And it Crip'n for life, never switchin' up, (never) yeah

[Outro: Snoop
talk (real talk)
From Dogg to Uptown
shit (real shit)
You can't spell West the ES
You know what it is (you what it is)
hustlers, real 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 I'm talkin' 'bout
That 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 understand me, yeah,