Luyện nghe bài hát Creep

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

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

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

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

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

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

When Track died, cried
Once we banging again then he did a back slide
I was in with the sun, star, moon
shot up thirty niggas in the bar over June

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Compton's you can find me in the hood, so grimy
Run on these 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 niggas
Spot them busters, blockade they apartment
It's over, foreclosure, your is shut down
Creep when you sleep and squeeze the four

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

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