Luyện nghe bài hát Creep

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

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

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

One shot, pop in the streets of Camelot
That's why keep they shit off safety
Others keep 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
Empty every from your clip
them off their feet

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

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

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

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

Truly I'm the one the is really 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 like a

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

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

You wanna feel the heat? I the flame out
Make a wish boy, blow your out
Watch me step out the 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 under the seat plus a hottie in the
Get wizes, get these digits, get my ninjas back in business
All you get the scissors

You don't work like you broke and keep AK's like I'm
I be, that dough, like the Pillsbury Doughman
Bobby, in ice like it's Frosty 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 poppy
Make your brain rupture, decompose frame structure
MC's when 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 me, Zodiac can't describe me
King Tech scratch the beat like he 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 all niggas garments
Spot them busters, blockade they apartment
It's over, foreclosure, shit is shut down
Creep when you sleep and the four pound

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

Squeeze, squeeze,
Make them Swiss
Empty every shell your clip
Knock them off feet