Luyện nghe bài hát Creep

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

These streets that we maneuver through, ain't you familiar to
Don't talk it out, you, walk it out at your funeral
Cold blooded, black hearted, Black Knight and Black
Black Christmas, be all in your crib my killas callin

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

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

Creep, creep,
Catch while 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 niggas hit the Chevy with the K
And the candy apple tray she heavy in L.A.

When died, Mack cried
Once we start banging again he did a back slide
I was in tune with the sun, star,
Eddie 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 they pockets full of
If any, not many, scholarships

Pulp Fiction, driving in 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 West is 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,
Catch them while theyre
Empty shell from your clip
Knock them off feet

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

You feel the heat? I pull the flame out
Make a wish boy, your brains out
Watch me step out the cribby with the 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 these wizes, get these digits, get my ninjas back in
All you suckas get the

You work like you broke and keep AK's like I'm Oakland
I be, making that dough, like the Pillsbury
Bobby, covered in ice like it's Frosty the
You suckas is like old New York tokens

Front on the Bobby D, watch how your body
You worth the weight of a grain from a poppy seed
Make your brain rupture, decompose your structure
MC's tremble they hear the name of us

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

Compton's where you can 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 rush them busters, blockade they
It's over, foreclosure, shit is shut down
Creep you sleep and squeeze the four pound

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

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