Luyện nghe bài hát Creep

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

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

Even if you street then we creepin', it ain't no secret
you with big toast, that roast 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 of Camelot
That's why some keep they off safety
Others keep hammers cocked
to blow, ready to go, fire in the hole
And if a ready to retire, we retiring his soul

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

Aiyo, I woke up every day
Till I learn to do the hustle every and every way
The Compton niggas hit the with 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 with the sun, star, moon
shot up thirty niggas in the bar over June

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

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

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

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

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

You wanna the heat? I pull the flame out
Make a wish boy, blow your 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 hair as a fuck
Shotty tucked the seat plus a hottie in the truck
Get these wizes, get these digits, get my ninjas in business
All you suckas get the

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 like it's Frosty the
You suckas is useless like old New York

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

Puffin' Eastwood stogies, swinging Woods bogeys
The mic is my co-d, the pen is a
No jail cell can hold me, can't describe me
King Tech the beat like 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, blow
Rugged Monk kill a track at any

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

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

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