Luyện nghe bài hát Supercrip

Turn me up, me up
Just

up, what's happening?
Big Snoop in bitch, get it crackin'
Dickies up and they saggin'
Gat in the right side, side flag
Niggas running at the lip
Got me feelin' trip again
And you thought I wasn't
Bitches talkin' shit, got me walkin' like a again
Gotta hit you with the
I'm to the streets, fuck a prenup
Ay lil' nigga the weed up
in my cup, we about to get G'd up

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

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

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

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

It's enough of that to go
G's make the hood go 'round
Keep the planet spinnin' on it's
How is he so How can you ask this?
I guess you can say I put in
On the strip, under lights, now I'm bitch
And if I'm blown on my own
With the to your dome
Make you stretch elastic
I need my real G's to the
Bitch staying to the right
I my hoes front and center
Hard on these hoes the summer to the winter
Spring to the fall, hoes on my balls
It's the number one nigga from the hood Doggy
Still pull up on a nigga when I to be heard
I'm a killer and a stealer, but I from Pittsburgh
Real shit on the set, I get your whole served
You best observe, or be out on the curb
With momma and your people sayin' "supercrip did it"
But won't testify, so he got away with it
Now I'm on my throne, on my bad phone
I'm talkin' to Iron Man, on fireman
Look up in the sky, it's a bird, a plane
on the clouds with a Crip stick cane

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