Luyện nghe bài hát Cripn 4 Life

[Intro: East]

Yo, Unc' you wasn't 'bout these muh'fuckin' cookies, cuz

[Verse: Dogg & Dave East]
All this I'm makin'
They thinkin' Mason, but I Pappy
Yo Unc', as clean they come, it, my braids nappy
My older wanted to kick it, I put on Rick James gladly
(?) for the same caddy, that (?) with the same
I'm up early at the of dawn, movin' like a (?)
Uncle Snoop in the coupe with (?)
Bad bitch my locks, Jack in the box
Do it major, slang my as I stayed on the block
They raided the spot, I'm hot, devilish features, but heaven
Pimp shit, mink to the floor, my bitch in print
I don't paper on your chick, somethin' I never spent
Just me and Snoop, drop coupes, cookie's the medicine
Sky walk in the everglades, cuz, I'm paid
Cut from a cloth, I guess I'm a renegade
Drinkin' Crip with a splash of some lemonade
We on Daytons and we skatin' like a
Gelato we can light for days, on God I'm a now
Uptown nigga, I was up in knockin' Dogg Pound
Used to the water nobody get if it's sharks round
Chains glow in the now, foreigns, I hardly walk now
Used to run, now I walk, all the cases I fought
All the bud that I done bought, and all the bitches that thought
That they could get a of my establishment
Looky here bitch, I havin' it
If I blast the shit, watch the opp do a flip
My lit, FN got a plastic grip
Had an advantage in the trap was good at math and
Used to bag up to Doggystyle, you can't this
It's like a, action flick, with the 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 bagged ya bitch
Got blue diamonds, blue hoodies, feel like I could never Crip
put on for years, who am I to fuck tradition up?
Don't even trip nephew, just the kitchen up
And keep it Crip'n for life, switchin' up, (never) yeah

Snoop Dogg]
Real (real talk)
From Pound to Uptown
Real (real shit)
You can't spell without the ES
You know what it is (you know it is)
Real hustlers, Crip'n (real Crip'n)
Shout out to my nigga
MyGuy, for hookin' up this beat
Yo East, I told you you hit the motherfuckin'
LAX, touch down,
Cause I got bubblegum
real shit, that real Crip shit
You I'm talkin' 'bout
That bubba, that blue bubblegum, cuz
You get it no where but here, for real though
Have a little bit of that juice, with a splash of lemonade
And a Backwood, and you gon' be aight
You understand me, yeah,