Luyện nghe bài hát Creepin'

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

To my, no good niggas, and my, no good
if I left somebody leavin out with stitches
Seems y'all too bold for ya
Enslaved your mind like pickers for runnin wit some rotten niggas
I get raw to the core with metaphors
Dog style, truly yours
Yes, I be the slug up in chest
Then you wonder why you can't feel the full strength of
My is, brutality
I got the gun up under your nigga so walk casually
be surprised how much info you can get
For a bottle of crack to yo' punk ass and yo' kinfolks
Plus, that crew you run is butt
I was one day when I made your man choke up
Rappers comin to New Jersey and be gettin up
Talkin about where they from and shit when dem sons runnin shit
And GOD FORBID! you do a in da Bricks
You'd you was fly and how we bring so much turbulence
I keep your level high nigga
You better 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
when my royalty check is late, I don't hesitate
I scoop up Keith, and see who's at the Palla-
-dium, your weed niggas cause here I come
bummy for low profile, so loud MC's overlook me
I the bartender some raw
Just to tell me [how much cash and Dom P you
Huh, I should robbin rappers in the industry
If we clickin then I'm engineerin your injuries
tracks of automatic semtax
Lyrically splat-datted your mentality blacks
And I don't give a FUCK if you did thirty
Still I Ecstasy like I'm the rapper Jalil
blaow blaow, lickin shots for your fuckin
Mind, I got you niggas out like I'm one-time
Or five-oh, po-po, I drive hoes
Like I be doin security at my shows
Your A&R is a punk, he got you
When I brutally any contender in my weight class
Aiyyo yo this nigga got jewels
(Hold that nigga I rob this fool)
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