Luyện nghe bài hát Creepin'

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

To my, no good niggas, and my, no bitches
Sorry if I left somebody out with stitches
Seems too bold for ya britches
Enslaved your mind like cotton pickers for runnin wit rotten niggas
I get raw to the core with metaphors
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 nationality is,
I got the gun up under leather nigga so walk casually
You'd be how much info you can get
For a bottle of to find yo' punk ass and yo' kinfolks
Plus, that crew you run is butt
I was dusted one day when I your man choke up
Rappers comin to New Jersey and be gettin up
Talkin about where they from and shit when dem sons ain't runnin
And GOD FORBID! you do a show in da
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, em bye nigga
we creep

I give respect to all my woolly with the Rolex
Shinin briquettes, flashin and dumpin Moets
Especially when my royalty check is late, I hesitate
I scoop up Keith, and see flashin 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 much and Dom P you pour]
Huh, I should start robbin in the industry
If we ain't clickin then I'm engineerin injuries
Forty-eight tracks of automatic
splat-datted till your mentality blacks
And I don't give a FUCK if you did bids
Still I bring Ecstasy I'm the rapper Jalil
blaow blaow, lickin shots for your fuckin
Mind, I got you duckin out like I'm one-time
Or five-oh, po-po, I hoes nutty
Like I be doin security at my live
Your A&R is a punk, he got you
When I brutally any contender in my weight class
Aiyyo Twinz yo nigga got jewels
(Hold that nigga while I rob fool)
When we