Luyện nghe bài hát Creep

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

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

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

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

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

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

Track died, Mack cried
Once we start again then he did a back slide
I was in tune 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, of clips, Long Beach
Young wit they pockets full of chips
If any, not many, scholarships

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

I'm the one the West is really missing
Your 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 a henchman

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Compton's where you can find me in the hood, so
Run on these tracks, it's a fact, you can time me
Ready, set, go, I let the, tech
Rugged Monk kill a at any tempo

It's simple, we usually take all niggas
rush them busters, blockade they apartment
It's over, foreclosure, your shit is shut
Creep when you and squeeze the four pound

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

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