Luyện nghe bài hát Creep

Creep, creep,
them while theyre sleep
Empty every shell from your
them off their feet

These streets we maneuver through, ain't nothing you familiar to
Don't talk it out, noodle you, walk it out at funeral
Cold blooded, black hearted, Black and Black Ballin'
Black Christmas, be all in your crib with my killas

Even if you ain't street then we creepin', it ain't no
Delete you with big toast, that you when it heat ya
Off whiskey, pop up and that ass like Bob Digi
Crisis the sharpshooter, lay 'em down gently

One shot, guns pop in the streets of
That's why some keep they shit off
Others keep hammers cocked
Ready to blow, ready to go, fire in the
And if a nigga ready to retire, we his soul

Creep, creep,
Catch them while sleep
Empty shell from your clip
them off their feet

Aiyo, I up hungry every day
Till I to do the hustle every which and every way
The Compton niggas hit the Chevy the K
And the candy tray she gets heavy in L.A.

Track died, Mack cried
Once we start banging again then he did a back
I was in tune the sun, star, moon
Eddie shot up thirty niggas in the bar June

The city's of Crips
AK's, four-fives, mac-11's, full of clips, Beach
Young hogs wit they pockets of chips
If any, not many, academic

Pulp Fiction, driving in your car without
With a video vixen, giving me like Bill Clinton
Got a drug addiction, pop pills with no
Stuck in the rehab, the only man with bad

Truly I'm the one the is really missing
Your shit is garbo', I kill you off one sentence
The rap apprentice, with a little of new inventions
listen and I Jimmy off your head like a henchman

Creep, creep,
them while theyre sleep
Empty shell from your clip
them off their feet

Squeeze, squeeze,
Make Swiss cheese
Empty every shell from your
them off their feet

You wanna the heat? I pull the flame out
Make a wish boy, your brains out
Watch me step out the cribby with the heavy out
blood on your shirt, you can't get the stain out

In a big truck my hair knotty as a fuck
Shotty tucked the seat plus a hottie in the truck
Get these wizes, get digits, get my ninjas back in business
All you suckas get the

You don't like you broke and keep AK's like I'm Oakland
I be, that dough, like the Pillsbury Doughman
Bobby, covered in ice it's Frosty the Snowman
You suckas is like old New York tokens

Front on the Bobby D, watch how body bleed
You ain't the weight of a grain from a poppy seed
your brain rupture, decompose your frame structure
MC's tremble when they the name of us

Puffin' Eastwood stogies, swinging Tiger Woods
The mic is my co-d, the pen is a
No jail cell can hold me, can't describe me
King Tech scratch the beat he caught poison ivy

Compton's where you can find me in the hood, so
Run laps on tracks, it's a fact, you can time me
Ready, set, go, I let the, tech
Monk kill a track at any tempo

It's simple, we usually take all garments
rush them busters, blockade they apartment
It's over, foreclosure, your shit is shut
when you sleep and squeeze the four pound

Creep, creep,
them while theyre sleep
Empty every from your clip
Knock off their feet

Squeeze, squeeze,
Make Swiss cheese
Empty every shell from your
Knock them off their