Luyện nghe bài hát Super Crip [Explicit]

Turn me up, me up
Just

What's up, happening?
Big Snoop in this bitch, get it
Dickies creased up and they
Gat in the right side, side flag
Niggas running at the lip
Got me feelin' I'ma trip
And you thought I listenin'
Bitches talkin' shit, got me like a Crip again
hit you with the re-up
I'm to the streets, fuck a prenup
Ay lil' roll the weed up
in my cup, we about to get G'd up

Long Beach on my right
CPT on my side
I got in this bitch
B Dogs from the jets still screaming out West
Long on my right side
CPT on my side
I got Watts in this
Tiny locs from the third and screaming out East Side

niggas still bang on 'em
Fifty Cal shots, let it on 'em
And if a square ass nigga to get up in my circle
We gon' to put them thangs on 'em
Bitch niggas still on 'em
Fifty Cal shots, let it on 'em
And if a ass nigga tried to get up in my circle
We gon' have to put them on 'em
Still cause ain't no love for 'em
'em come and see me, I got a slug for 'em
But then I ain't brainless
I'll have my little locs hit you the stainless
Still fuck 'cause no love for 'em
Tell 'em and see me, I got a slug for 'em
But I ain't tryna make ya
I'll have my tiny locos hit you with the

Bitch you who I be
D-O G, super C-R-I-P
through the fog
And steppin' through the
And you I'm high as shit
And my fly free (Who dat)
you know who I be
D-O double G, super
through the fog
And through the smog
And you know I'm high as
And my fly free

Crip, what?
Super Crip,
Crip, what?
Super Crip,
Crip, what?
It's still 187 if you bitch wanna trip, who?
Super Crip,
Super Crip,
Crip, what?
Super Crip,
Crip, what?
It's still 187 if you bitch need that

enough of that to go around
Real G's make the hood go
Keep the planet spinnin' on it's
How is he so How can you ask this?
I you can say I put in practice
On the strip, under lights, now I'm back
And even if I'm on my own
With the chrome to dome
you stretch like elastic
I need my G's to the left
niggas staying to the right
I my hoes front and center
Hard on hoes from the summer to the winter
Spring to the fall, still on my balls
It's the one nigga from the hood Doggy Dogg
pull up on a nigga when I need to be heard
I'm a killer and a stealer, but I from Pittsburgh
shit on the set, I get your whole clique served
You observe, or be chalked out on the curb
With your momma and your sayin' "supercrip did it"
But they won't testify, so he got away it
Now I'm on my throne, on my bad phone
I'm to Iron Man, smokin' on fireman
Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a
Walkin' on the clouds with a Crip cane

I am super Crip,
Super Crip,
Crip, what?
Super Crip,
Super Crip,
still 187 if you bitch niggas wanna trip, who?
Super Crip,
Crip, who?
Super Crip,
Super Crip,
Super Crip,
still 187 if you bitch niggas need that