Luyện nghe bài hát Creep

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pulp Fiction, driving in your car permission
With a video vixen, giving me head like Bill
Got a drug addiction, pop pills no prescription
in the rehab, the only man with bad intentions

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

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

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

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

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

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

Front on the Bobby D, how your body bleed
You ain't worth the weight of a grain a poppy seed
Make your brain rupture, your frame structure
MC's tremble when hear 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 where you can find me in the hood, so
Run on these tracks, it's a fact, you can time me
Ready, set, go, I let the, blow
Rugged Monk a track at any tempo

It's simple, we take all niggas garments
Spot rush busters, blockade they apartment
It's over, foreclosure, your is shut down
Creep you sleep and squeeze the four pound

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

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