Luyện nghe bài hát Creep

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

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

Even if you ain't then we creepin', it ain't no secret
Delete you big toast, that roast you when it heat ya
Off whiskey, pop up and bong that ass Bob Digi
Crisis the sharpshooter, I'ma lay 'em gently

One shot, pop in the streets of Camelot
That's why some keep they off safety
Others they hammers cocked
Ready to blow, ready to go, in the hole
And if a nigga ready to retire, we retiring his

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

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

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

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

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

Truly I'm the one the is really missing
Your is garbo', I kill you off with one sentence
The rap apprentice, with a little sack of new
Don't and I Jimmy off your head like a henchman

Creep, creep,
Catch them theyre sleep
Empty every shell your clip
Knock them off feet

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It's simple, we usually take all niggas
Spot rush them busters, blockade apartment
It's over, foreclosure, shit is shut down
Creep when you sleep and squeeze the pound

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

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