Luyện nghe bài hát Cripn 4 Life

[Intro: Dave

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

[Verse: Snoop & Dave East]
All this I'm makin'
thinkin' Mason, but I ain't Pappy
Yo Unc', as clean they come, fuck it, my braids
My older wanted to kick it, I put on Rick James gladly
(?) for the caddy, that (?) with the same navi'
I'm up early at the of dawn, movin' like a (?)
Uncle Snoop in the coupe group (?)
Bad bitch twistin' my locks, in the box
Do it major, slang my flavor as I on the block
They raided the spot, I'm hot, features, but heaven sent
shit, mink to the floor, my bitch in leopard print
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 paid
Cut from a different cloth, I 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 knockin' Dogg Pound
Used to the water nobody get if it's sharks round
Chains glow in the dark now, foreigns, I walk now
Used to run, now I walk, all the cases I done
All the bud that I bought, and all the bitches that they thought
That could get a piece of my establishment
Looky here bitch, I ain't it
If I blast the shit, watch the opp do a flip
My Backwood lit, FN got a plastic
Had an advantage in the trap was good at and shit
Used to bag up to Doggystyle, you imagine this
It's like a, flick, with 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 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 for life, never switchin' up, (never) yeah

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