Luyện nghe bài hát Creep

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

streets 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, Black Knight and Ballin'
Black Christmas, be all in your crib with my callin

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

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

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

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

When died, Mack cried
Once we start banging then he did a back slide
I was in tune the sun, star, moon
Eddie shot up niggas in the bar over June

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

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

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

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

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

You wanna the heat? I pull the flame out
Make a boy, blow your brains out
Watch me step out the cribby with the chain out
Leaving blood on your shirt, you get the stain out

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

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

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

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

where 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 a track at any tempo

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

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

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