Luyện nghe bài hát Creep

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

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

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

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

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

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

When Track died, cried
Once we banging again then he did a back slide
I was in tune with the sun, star,
shot up thirty 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 full of chips
If any, not many, academic

Pulp Fiction, driving in your car permission
With a video vixen, giving me head like Bill
Got a addiction, pop pills with 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, a little sack of new inventions
Don't listen and I Jimmy off your head like a

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

Squeeze, squeeze,
them Swiss cheese
Empty every shell your clip
Knock them off 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 shirt, you can't get the stain out

In a big truck my hair knotty as a fuck
Shotty tucked under the plus a hottie in the truck
Get these wizes, get these digits, get my ninjas back in
All you suckas get the

You don't work like you 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 old New York tokens

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

Eastwood 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 these tracks, it's a fact, you can me
Ready, set, go, I let the, tech
Rugged Monk a track at any tempo

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

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

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