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 somebody leavin out with stitches
Seems y'all too for ya britches
your mind like cotton pickers for runnin wit some rotten niggas
I get raw to the core hardcore metaphors
Dog style, truly yours
Yes, I be the slug up in your
Then you wonder why you can't feel the strength of cigarettes
My is, brutality
I got the gun up your leather nigga so walk casually
You'd be surprised how info you can get
For a bottle of crack to find yo' punk ass and yo'
Plus, that crew you run with is
I was one day when I made your man choke up
Rappers to New Jersey and be gettin fucked up
Talkin about where from and shit when dem sons ain't runnin shit
And GOD FORBID! you do a show in da
You'd you was fly and how we bring 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 niggas with the Rolex
briquettes, flashin cash and dumpin Moets
Especially when my royalty is late, I don't 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 loud MC's me
I slip the bartender raw
to tell me [how much cash 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
Lyrically splat-datted till mentality blacks
And I don't give a FUCK if you did thirty
Still I bring Ecstasy like I'm the 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 security at my live 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 while I rob this fool)
When we