Luyện nghe bài hát Creepin'

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

To my, no niggas, and my, no good bitches
Sorry if I left somebody leavin out stitches
y'all too bold for ya britches
Enslaved your mind like cotton pickers for runnin wit some rotten
I get raw to the core with hardcore
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 nationality is,
I got the gun up under leather nigga so walk casually
You'd be surprised how info you can get
For a bottle of crack to find yo' ass and yo' kinfolks
Plus, that crew you run with is
I was dusted one day when I made your man up
Rappers to New Jersey and be gettin fucked up
Talkin about 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 bring so turbulence
I your nervous level high nigga
You better kiss son and daughter, tell em bye nigga
we creep

I give respect to all my woolly with the Rolex
briquettes, flashin cash and dumpin Moets
Especially when my check is late, I don't hesitate
I scoop up Keith, and see who's flashin at the
-dium, hide your niggas cause here I come
Lookin bummy for low profile, so loud overlook me
I the bartender some raw
Just to tell me much cash 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 tracks of semtax
Lyrically splat-datted your mentality blacks
And I give a FUCK if you did thirty bids
Still I bring like I'm the rapper Jalil
Blaow blaow blaow, lickin for your fuckin
Mind, I got you niggas out like I'm one-time
Or five-oh, po-po, I drive nutty
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 yo this nigga got jewels
(Hold that while I rob this fool)
we creep