Luyện nghe bài hát Creepin'

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

To my, no good niggas, and my, no bitches
Sorry if I somebody leavin out with stitches
Seems y'all too bold for ya
Enslaved your mind like cotton pickers for wit some rotten niggas
I get raw to the core with hardcore
Resevoir Dog style, truly
Yes, I be the up in your chest
Then you wonder why you can't feel the full strength of
My is, brutality
I got the gun up under your nigga so walk casually
be surprised how much info you can get
For a bottle of crack to find yo' punk ass and yo'
Plus, that you run with is butt
I was one day when I made your man choke up
Rappers to New Jersey and be gettin fucked up
about 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 level high nigga
You better kiss your son and daughter, tell em bye
we creep

I respect to all my woolly niggas with the Rolex
Shinin briquettes, cash and dumpin Moets
Especially my royalty check is late, I don't hesitate
I up Keith, and see who's flashin at the Palla-
-dium, hide your weed niggas cause I come
bummy for low profile, so loud MC's overlook me
I slip the some raw
Just to tell me [how much and Dom P you pour]
Huh, I should robbin rappers in the industry
If we ain't clickin then I'm engineerin your
Forty-eight of automatic semtax
Lyrically splat-datted till your blacks
And I give a FUCK if you did thirty bids
Still I bring Ecstasy I'm the rapper Jalil
Blaow blaow, lickin shots for your fuckin
Mind, I got you niggas duckin out like I'm
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 smash any contender in my weight class
Aiyyo Twinz yo nigga got jewels
(Hold that while I rob this fool)
When we