Luyện nghe bài hát Creep

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pulp Fiction, driving in car without permission
With a video vixen, giving me head like Bill
Got a drug addiction, pop pills with no
Stuck in the rehab, the only man bad intentions

I'm the one the West is really missing
Your is garbo', I kill you off with one sentence
The rap apprentice, a little sack of new inventions
listen and I Jimmy off your head like a henchman

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

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

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

In a big body truck my hair as a fuck
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 don't work like you broke and AK's like I'm Oakland
I be, making that dough, like the Pillsbury
Bobby, covered in ice it's Frosty the Snowman
You suckas is useless like old New York

Front on the Bobby D, watch how your body
You ain't worth the weight of a grain from a seed
Make your brain rupture, decompose your frame
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 cell can hold me, Zodiac can't describe me
King Tech the beat like he caught poison ivy

Compton's you can find me in the hood, so grimy
Run laps on tracks, it's a fact, you can time me
Ready, set, go, I let the, blow
Rugged Monk a track at any tempo

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

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

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