Luyện nghe bài hát Crip Hop

I'm tired of punk shit, where niggaz claim to done
Where from and who run shit, I bang it to the tip-top
Can't stop, won't stop, 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 motherfuckin' crip hop

It's time to the documents and pull some files
and put it down with this gangsta
'Cause I be niggaz being more aggressive now
After peace treaty and the weapons down

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm of that punk shit, where niggaz claim to done
Where from 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 niggaz rip glocks
I'm knowin' that this shit hot, this first introduction
To this motherfuckin' hop

CRIP that's all we G
I'm from Rollin', 20, Gangsta
And I'ma tell you how the gon' C
(Gon' C)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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