Luyện nghe bài hát Cripn 4 Life

[Intro: East]

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

[Verse: Snoop Dogg & Dave
All this money I'm
They thinkin' Mason, but I Pappy
Yo Unc', as clean they come, fuck it, my nappy
My older bitch to kick it, I put on Rick James gladly
(?) for the same caddy, that (?) with the same
I'm up early at the crack of dawn, movin' a (?)
Snoop in the coupe with group (?)
Bad twistin' 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 in leopard print
I don't trick on your chick, somethin' I never spent
Just me and Snoop, twin drop coupes, cookie's the
Sky walk in the everglades, cuz, I'm forever
Cut from a different cloth, I guess I'm a
Drinkin' juice with a splash of some lemonade
We on Daytons and we skatin' 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 nobody get nervous if sharks round
Chains glow in the dark now, foreigns, I hardly now
to run, now I walk, all the cases I done fought
All the bud that I done bought, and all the that they thought
That could get a piece of my establishment
here bitch, I ain't havin' it
If I the shit, watch the opp do a backward flip
My Backwood lit, FN got a plastic
Had an advantage in the was good at math and shit
Used to bag up to Doggystyle, you can't imagine
It's like a, action flick, with the pimp
The rap I will hit you like a tag and split
Bag the fit, rag, sag for this
You mad as shit, my nigga East bagged ya
Got blue diamonds, blue hoodies, feel I could never Crip enough
Unc' put on for years, who am I to tradition up?
Don't trip nephew, just clean the kitchen up
And keep it Crip'n for life, switchin' up, (never) yeah

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