Luyện nghe bài hát Cripn 4 Life

[Intro: East]

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

[Verse: Snoop Dogg & East]
All money I'm makin'
They Mason, but I ain't Pappy
Yo Unc', as clean they come, it, my braids nappy
My older bitch wanted to kick it, I put on Rick James
(?) for the caddy, that (?) with the same navi'
I'm up early at the crack of dawn, movin' a (?)
Uncle Snoop in the coupe group (?)
Bad bitch my locks, Jack in the box
Do it major, my flavor 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 coupes, cookie's the medicine
Sky walk in the everglades, cuz, I'm paid
Cut from a different cloth, I guess I'm a
Crip juice with a splash of some lemonade
We on Daytons and we skatin' like a
Gelato we can for days, on God I'm a boss now
nigga, I was up in Harlem knockin' Dogg Pound
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 cases I fought
All the bud that I done bought, and all the that they thought
That they get a piece of my establishment
Looky bitch, I ain't havin' it
If I blast the shit, the opp do a backward flip
My Backwood lit, FN got a grip
Had an in the trap was good at math and shit
Used to bag up to Doggystyle, you imagine this
It's like a, action flick, with the mackin'
The rap I spit hit you like a tag and split
Bag the fit, blue rag, sag for
You mad as shit, my nigga bagged ya bitch
Got diamonds, blue hoodies, feel like 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

[Outro: Snoop
talk (real talk)
From Dogg Pound to
Real (real shit)
You can't spell West 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 beat
Yo East, I you when you hit the motherfuckin'
LAX, down, nigga
I got that bubblegum
That shit, that real Crip shit
You what I'm talkin'
hubba bubba, that blue bubblegum, cuz
You can't get it no where but here, for though
Have a little bit of that Crip juice, a splash of lemonade
And a bubblegum Backwood, and you be aight
You me, yeah, East