Luyện nghe bài hát Creepin'

East Coast, Coast
All my country, funky, brother,

To my, no niggas, and my, no good bitches
if I left somebody leavin out with stitches
Seems too bold for ya britches
your mind like cotton pickers for runnin wit some rotten niggas
I get raw to the core hardcore metaphors
Resevoir Dog style, yours
Yes, I be the slug up in chest
Then you wonder why you can't the full strength of cigarettes
My nationality is,
I got the gun up under your nigga so walk casually
You'd be surprised how much you can get
For a of crack to find yo' punk ass and yo' kinfolks
Plus, that crew you run is butt
I was dusted one day when I made man choke up
Rappers comin to New and be gettin fucked up
Talkin where they from and shit when dem sons ain't runnin shit
And GOD FORBID! you do a in da Bricks
You'd swear you was fly and how we so much turbulence
I keep your nervous level nigga
You kiss your son and daughter, tell em bye nigga
When we

I give respect to all my woolly niggas with the
Shinin briquettes, flashin cash and dumpin
Especially when my royalty check is late, I don't
I scoop up Keith, and see who's at the Palla-
-dium, hide weed niggas cause here I come
Lookin bummy for low profile, so MC's overlook me
I slip the bartender raw
Just to tell me [how cash and Dom P you pour]
Huh, I start robbin rappers in the industry
If we ain't clickin then I'm your injuries
Forty-eight tracks of automatic
Lyrically till your mentality blacks
And I give a FUCK if you did thirty bids
Still I Ecstasy like I'm the rapper Jalil
Blaow blaow blaow, lickin for your fuckin
Mind, I got you niggas out like I'm one-time
Or five-oh, po-po, I drive hoes
Like I be doin security at my shows
Your A&R is a punk, he got you
When I brutally any contender in my weight class
Aiyyo Twinz yo this got jewels
(Hold that nigga I rob this fool)
we creep