Luyện nghe bài hát Creep

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

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

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

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

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

Aiyo, I woke up every day
Till I learn to do the hustle every which and way
The niggas hit the Chevy with the K
And the candy apple she gets 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
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 they pockets of chips
If any, not many, academic

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

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

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

Squeeze, squeeze,
them Swiss cheese
Empty every from your clip
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 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 get the scissors

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

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

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

Compton's where you can 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 Monk a track at any tempo

simple, we usually take all niggas garments
Spot rush busters, blockade they apartment
over, foreclosure, your shit is shut down
Creep when you and squeeze the four pound

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

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