Luyện nghe bài hát Crip Hop

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

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

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

Certified murder guide through the of death
Where the sleep ya slip soon as ya 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, tens and Macs
Dip roam, chip phones, flip and
Lick and the cops and control your block

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

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 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, gang bang hit rocks
To the last drip-drop, to the tick tock, to the niggaz rip glocks
I'm knowin' that shit hot, this your first introduction
To this crip hop

Yeah nigga crip, crip, crip, talk shit and I'ma bust 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 East side shit 'cuz, I'm co-signin'
On the East fuck we ridin violent
Fuck where you it's all about where I been
Sirens, gunshots, flood glocks get

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

I'm tired of that punk shit, where niggaz to done
Where they 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 rip glocks
I'm that this shit hot, this your first introduction
To this crip hop

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

Now, if I wasn't rappin' motherfucker y'all be
On my nuts without bucks Marvin
You can't sleep, you eat, look who starvin'
bill paid but still gotta be a slave

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

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

We be mobbin' like a cut
Dirty dealt, Sag, Lil' Jay, Lil' Chuck
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 to drug smugglin'?
If so, grab a and start to trip
But remember, let nobody punk you out yo' grip nigga

Dogg Pound groovin', side is the greatest
And other guys can't fade us, we're the hardest in the town
And duces, could be faded and all you suckers hate it
Ohh crip is goin down, and have no doubt

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

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

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

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