Luyện nghe bài hát Cripn 4 Life

[Intro: Dave

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

[Verse: Snoop Dogg & East]
All this I'm makin'
They thinkin' Mason, but I ain't
Yo Unc', as clean they come, fuck it, my braids
My bitch 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, movin' a (?)
Snoop in the coupe with group (?)
Bad bitch twistin' my locks, in the box
Do it major, slang my as I stayed on the block
They raided the spot, I'm hot, devilish features, but sent
Pimp shit, mink to the floor, my in leopard print
I don't trick 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 forever
Cut a different cloth, I guess I'm a renegade
Crip juice with a splash of some lemonade
We on and we skatin' like a icecapade
Gelato we can for days, on God I'm a boss now
Uptown nigga, I was up in Harlem knockin' Dogg
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 cases I done
All the bud that I done bought, and all the that they thought
That they get a piece of my establishment
here bitch, I ain't havin' it
If I blast the shit, watch the opp do a backward
My Backwood lit, FN got a plastic
Had an in the trap was good at math and shit
to bag up to Doggystyle, you can't imagine this
It's 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 nigga bagged ya bitch
Got blue diamonds, blue hoodies, like I could never Crip enough
put on for years, who am I to fuck tradition up?
Don't even trip nephew, just clean the up
And keep it Crip'n for life, never switchin' up, (never)

[Outro: Dogg]
talk (real talk)
From Pound to Uptown
Real (real shit)
You can't spell West the ES
You what it is (you know what it is)
hustlers, real Crip'n (real Crip'n)
Shout out to my nigga
MyGuy, for hookin' up this motherfuckin'
Yo East, I told you you hit the motherfuckin'
LAX, touch down,
I got that bubblegum
That real shit, that real Crip
You what I'm talkin'
That bubba, that blue bubblegum, cuz
You can't get it no where but here, for though
Have a little bit of that Crip juice, a splash of lemonade
And a bubblegum Backwood, and you be aight
You me, yeah, East