Luyện nghe bài hát Creep

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

These streets that we maneuver through, ain't you familiar to
talk it out, noodle you, walk it out at your funeral
Cold blooded, black hearted, Black Knight and Black
Black Christmas, be all in your crib my killas callin

if you ain't 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 streets of
That's why some keep shit off safety
Others keep they hammers
Ready to blow, ready to go, in the hole
And if a ready to retire, we retiring his soul

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

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

When died, Mack cried
we start 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 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, in your car without permission
With a video vixen, me head like Bill Clinton
Got a drug addiction, pop pills with no
Stuck in the rehab, the man with bad intentions

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

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

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

You wanna the heat? I pull the flame out
Make a wish boy, your brains out
Watch me out the cribby with the heavy chain out
Leaving blood on shirt, you can't get the stain out

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

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

Front on the Bobby D, watch how body bleed
You ain't worth the weight of a grain from a poppy
Make your rupture, decompose your frame structure
MC's tremble when they 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 scratch the like he caught poison ivy

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

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

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

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