Luyện nghe bài hát Cripn 4 Life

[Intro: Dave

Yo, Unc' you lyin' 'bout these muh'fuckin' cookies, cuz

[Verse: Snoop Dogg & East]
All this money I'm
They Mason, but I ain't Pappy
Yo Unc', as clean they come, fuck it, my nappy
My older bitch wanted to it, I put on Rick James gladly
(?) for the same caddy, that (?) with the navi'
I'm up at the crack of dawn, movin' like a (?)
Snoop in the coupe with group (?)
Bad bitch my locks, Jack in the box
Do it major, slang my flavor as I on the block
They raided the spot, I'm hot, features, but heaven sent
Pimp shit, to the floor, my bitch in leopard print
I don't trick paper on your chick, somethin' I spent
Just me and Snoop, twin coupes, cookie's the medicine
Sky walk in the everglades, cuz, I'm forever
Cut from a different cloth, I I'm a renegade
Drinkin' Crip juice with a of some lemonade
We on Daytons and we like a icecapade
Gelato we can light for days, on God I'm a now
Uptown nigga, I was up in Harlem knockin' Dogg
Used to the water get nervous if it's sharks round
Chains glow in the now, foreigns, I hardly walk now
Used to run, now I walk, all the I done fought
All the bud that I bought, and all the bitches that they thought
they could get a piece of my establishment
Looky here bitch, I havin' it
If I blast the shit, watch the opp do a backward
My lit, FN got a plastic grip
Had an advantage in the trap was at math and shit
Used to bag up to Doggystyle, you can't this
It's like a, flick, with the mackin' pimp
The rap I spit will hit you like a tag and
Bag the fit, rag, sag for this
You mad as shit, my nigga East ya bitch
Got blue diamonds, blue hoodies, feel like I never Crip enough
Unc' put on for years, who am I to tradition up?
Don't even trip nephew, clean the kitchen up
And keep it Crip'n for life, switchin' up, (never) yeah

[Outro: Snoop
Real (real talk)
Dogg Pound to Uptown
Real (real shit)
You can't spell West the ES
You know what it is (you what it is)
Real hustlers, Crip'n (real Crip'n)
Shout out to my nigga
MyGuy, for up this motherfuckin' beat
Yo East, I told you you hit the motherfuckin'
LAX, touch down,
Cause I got bubblegum
That real shit, real Crip shit
You what I'm 'bout
hubba bubba, that blue bubblegum, cuz
You can't get it no where but here, for though
Have a bit of that Crip juice, with a splash of lemonade
And a bubblegum Backwood, and you be aight
You understand me, yeah,