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 leavin out with
Seems too bold for ya britches
Enslaved your mind like cotton for runnin wit some rotten niggas
I get raw to the core with hardcore
Resevoir Dog style, yours
Yes, I be the up in your chest
Then you wonder why you can't the full strength of cigarettes
My is, brutality
I got the gun up under your leather nigga so walk
be surprised how much info you can get
For a bottle of crack to find yo' ass and yo' kinfolks
Plus, that you run with is butt
I was dusted one day when I made your man up
comin to New Jersey and be gettin fucked up
Talkin about where they from and when dem sons ain't runnin shit
And GOD FORBID! you do a show in da
You'd swear you was fly and how we bring so 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 Moets
Especially when my royalty is late, I don't hesitate
I scoop up Keith, and see flashin at the Palla-
-dium, hide your weed niggas here I come
bummy for low profile, so loud MC's overlook me
I slip the some raw
Just to me [how much cash and Dom P you pour]
Huh, I should start rappers in the industry
If we ain't clickin then I'm engineerin injuries
Forty-eight tracks of 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 nutty
Like I be doin security at my shows
A&R is a punk, he got you gassed
When I brutally any contender in my weight class
Twinz yo this nigga got jewels
(Hold that nigga I rob this fool)
we creep