Luyện nghe bài hát Creep

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

These streets that we through, ain't nothing you familiar to
talk it out, noodle you, walk it out at your funeral
Cold blooded, black hearted, Black Knight and Ballin'
Black Christmas, be all in your with my killas 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 Bob Digi
Crisis the sharpshooter, lay 'em down gently

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

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

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

When Track died, cried
we start banging again then he did a back slide
I was in with the sun, star, moon
Eddie shot up 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 pockets full of
If any, not many, scholarships

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

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

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

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

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
blood on your shirt, you can't get the stain out

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

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

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

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

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

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

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