Luyện nghe bài hát Crip Hop

I'm tired of that punk shit, niggaz claim to done
Where they and who run shit, I bang it to the tip-top
Can't stop, won't stop, droppin' gang hit rocks
To the last drip-drop, to the tick tock, to the blocks niggaz rip
I'm knowin' that this shit hot, your first introduction
To motherfuckin' crip hop

It's time to research the documents and pull some
and put it down with this style
'Cause I be seein' niggaz being aggressive now
After treaty meetings and the weapons down

Chucks 'member once it was Nikes and sandals
To me it's unlikely you're sheisty and skanless
To this dramaticness I call my rep
Every step stay on deck bustaz in check

Certified murder guide the streets of death
Where the sleep ya slip soon as ya met
From that real killer get ya steal and mash
have done did when the steel'll blast

Pockets filled with cash, fuck a or Jag
Lookin' in a bucket, tuckin' tens and Macs
Dip roam, chip phones, and clock
Lick shots and the cops and your block

it true with the crew from the old to new
Ride providin' 'em guidance like your 'sposed to do
Notice who, all the activity
That's how we livin G, strictly killer

So to all my enemies and to the homies
Who in peace, a dub bag and Hennessey
These niggaz killin' me with their proclivity
To even pro climate they as real as me

I'm tired of that punk shit, where niggaz to done
Where they and who run shit, I bang it to the tip-top
stop, won't stop, droppin' gang bang hit rocks
To the last drip-drop, to the tick tock, to the blocks niggaz rip
I'm knowin' that this shit hot, this your introduction
To this motherfuckin' hop

Yeah nigga this crip, crip, crip, talk shit and I'ma yo' lip
I'm gettin chips in the in a nine-six Hummer
In D.C., with a breezy, easy, see we see all we can see
G.R. we can G, the East family, coherent, cohesive, the co-pilot

On this side shit 'cuz, I'm co-signin'
On the East fuck peace we violent
Fuck where you been it's all where I been
Sirens, gunshots, glocks get popped

When all try to knock knock knock
Who is it? the papers, the streets and the labels
We got the hottest shit burnin' on the
I deny ya, I'm a straight rider and you don't wanna fuck with me
(Yeh, yeh)

I'm tired of punk shit, where niggaz claim to done
Where they and who run shit, I bang it to the tip-top
Can't stop, won't stop, droppin' gang hit rocks
To the last drip-drop, to the tock, to the blocks niggaz rip glocks
I'm that this shit hot, this your first introduction
To this motherfuckin' hop

'cause that's all we G
I'm Rollin', 20, Gangsta Crip
And I'ma tell you how the shit C
(Gon' C)

Now, if I wasn't motherfucker y'all be starvin'
On my nuts bucks like Marvin
You can't sleep, you can't eat, look who
Written bill but still gotta be a slave

Flip your own money, your own proper
Get yo' own heat, in some niggaz try to stop ya
Be a boss hog your money, float loc
And trust no one, anybody can get smoked

a fat-ass blunt, of that bomb shit
Have a babysitter set that ass up for chip Ahoy
Niggaz ran in with
If you didn't see 'em it's the side boys

We be like a motherfuckin' cut
dealt, Lil' Sag, Lil' Jay, Lil' Chuck
Two times, trey times on yo' ass
Keep it O.G. nigga, rewind and

It's just another day and forty dozen, niggaz
Is you hustlin', do you relate to smugglin'?
If so, grab a nine and start to
But remember, don't let nobody punk you out yo' nigga

Dogg Pound groovin', East side is the
And other guys can't fade us, 'cause we're the hardest in the
And duces, never could be and all you suckers hate it
Ohh crip is goin down, and baby no doubt

We gonna turn it out and on East side L.B.C.
And the best, we rockin' coast to coast
and we be dope, and baby that's the shit
I'm talkin shit to ya baby
(That crip shit)

Duces 'n trayz
(That crip shit)
I'm talkin' real to ya baby
(That crip shit)
'n trayz, bangin', bangin', bangin', bangin'
(That crip)

Oooh, yeah, East sider shit
(East side, side)
What y'all know about this
(What, what, what?)
I'm talking crip
(I'm, talk to me, to me)

I'm crip shit
I'm talking shit to you baby
East side ahh, East side, side
Ahh, East side, side