Luyện nghe bài hát Supercrip

Turn me up, me up
blaze

What's up, what's
Big Snoop in bitch, get it crackin'
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 walkin' like a again
Gotta hit you the re-up
I'm married to the streets, fuck a
Ay lil' roll the weed up
Drink in my cup, we to get G'd up

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

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

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

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

It's of that to go around
Real G's make the go 'round
Keep the planet spinnin' on axis
How is he so hood? How can you ask
I you can say I put in practice
On the strip, lights, now I'm back bitch
And even if I'm on my own
With the to your dome
Make you like elastic
I my real G's to the left
Bitch staying to the right
I need my front and center
Hard on hoes from the summer to the winter
Spring to the fall, hoes on my balls
It's the number one 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 ain't from
Real shit on the set, I get whole clique served
You best observe, or be out on the curb
With your momma and your sayin' "supercrip did it"
But they won't testify, so he got with it
Now I'm sttin' on my throne, on my bad
I'm talkin' to Iron Man, smokin' on
Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a
Walkin' on the clouds with a Crip stick

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