Luyện nghe bài hát Creep

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

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 and Black Ballin'
Black Christmas, be all in your crib with my callin

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 bong that ass like Bob
Crisis the sharpshooter, lay 'em down gently

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

Creep, creep,
Catch them theyre sleep
Empty every from your clip
Knock 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 with the K
And the candy apple tray she gets in L.A.

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

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

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

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

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

Squeeze, squeeze,
Make Swiss cheese
Empty every shell from your
them 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 blood on your shirt, you get the stain out

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

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

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

Puffin' Eastwood stogies, swinging Tiger bogeys
The mic is my co-d, the pen is a
No jail cell can hold me, Zodiac describe me
King Tech scratch the beat like he poison ivy

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

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

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

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