Luyện nghe bài hát Supercrip

me up, turn me up
Just

up, what's happening?
Big in this bitch, get it crackin'
creased up and they saggin'
Gat in the right side, left flag
Niggas running at the lip
Got me feelin' I'ma again
And you I wasn't listenin'
Bitches talkin' shit, got me like a Crip again
Gotta hit you with the
I'm married to the streets, fuck a
Ay lil' nigga roll the up
Drink in my cup, we to get G'd up

Long Beach on my right
CPT on my left
I got Watts in this
B Dogs from the jets still screaming out Side
Beach on my right side
CPT on my left
I got Watts in bitch
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 nigga tried to get up in my
We gon' to put them thangs on 'em
Bitch niggas bang on 'em
Cal shots, let it rang on 'em
And if a ass nigga tried to get up in my circle
We have to put them thangs on 'em
fuck cause ain't 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 with the
fuck 'cause ain't no love for 'em
Tell 'em and see me, I got a slug for 'em
But I tryna make ya famous
I'll my tiny locos hit you with the stainless

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

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

It's enough of to go around
Real G's make the hood go
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
you stretch like elastic
I my real G's to the left
Bitch niggas to the right
I need my front and center
Hard on these from the summer to the winter
Spring to the fall, still on my balls
It's the number one nigga from the hood Doggy
Still pull up on a nigga I need to be heard
I'm a killer and a stealer, but I ain't Pittsburgh
Real on the set, I get your whole clique served
You best observe, or be chalked out on the
With your momma and your people "supercrip did it"
But they testify, so he got away with it
Now I'm sttin' on my throne, on my bad
I'm talkin' to Iron Man, on fireman
Look up in the sky, a bird, it's a plane
Walkin' on the clouds with a Crip cane

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