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 y'all too for ya britches
Enslaved your mind like cotton pickers for runnin wit some niggas
I get raw to the core with hardcore
Resevoir Dog style, yours
Yes, I be the slug up in chest
Then you wonder why you can't feel the strength of cigarettes
My is, brutality
I got the gun up under your nigga so walk casually
You'd be surprised how info you can get
For a of crack to find yo' punk ass and yo' kinfolks
Plus, that crew you run with is
I was dusted one day when I your man choke up
Rappers to New Jersey and be gettin fucked up
Talkin about where they from and shit when dem sons ain't runnin
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 high
You better 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 my royalty check is late, I don't hesitate
I scoop up Keith, and see flashin at the Palla-
-dium, hide your weed cause here I come
Lookin bummy for low profile, so loud overlook me
I the bartender some raw
Just to tell me [how much and Dom P you pour]
Huh, I should start robbin rappers in the
If we ain't clickin then I'm engineerin your
Forty-eight tracks of semtax
splat-datted till your mentality blacks
And I don't give a if you did thirty bids
Still I bring Ecstasy like I'm the rapper
Blaow blaow blaow, lickin 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 at my live shows
Your A&R is a punk, he got you
I brutally smash any contender in my weight class
Aiyyo Twinz yo this got jewels
(Hold that nigga while I rob fool)
When we