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 leavin out with stitches
Seems y'all too bold for ya
Enslaved your mind like cotton pickers for runnin wit some rotten
I get raw to the core with metaphors
Dog style, truly yours
Yes, I be the slug up in your
Then you wonder why you can't feel the full of cigarettes
My nationality is,
I got the gun up your leather 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 is butt
I was dusted one day when I made man choke up
Rappers comin to New Jersey and be fucked up
Talkin about where they from and shit when dem sons runnin shit
And GOD FORBID! you do a show in da
You'd swear you was fly and how we bring so much
I keep your level high nigga
You better kiss your son and daughter, em bye nigga
we creep

I respect to all my woolly niggas with the Rolex
Shinin briquettes, flashin cash and dumpin
Especially when my check is late, I don't hesitate
I scoop up Keith, and see who's at the Palla-
-dium, hide your weed niggas cause here I
Lookin bummy for low profile, so loud MC's me
I slip the bartender raw
Just to me [how much cash and Dom P you pour]
Huh, I should start robbin in the industry
If we ain't then I'm engineerin your injuries
Forty-eight of automatic semtax
Lyrically splat-datted till your mentality
And I give a FUCK if you did thirty bids
I bring Ecstasy like I'm the rapper Jalil
Blaow blaow blaow, lickin shots for your
Mind, I got you duckin out like I'm one-time
Or five-oh, po-po, I drive nutty
Like I be doin security at my live
Your A&R is a punk, he got you
When I smash any contender in my weight class
Aiyyo Twinz yo this nigga got
(Hold that while I rob this fool)
When we