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
y'all too bold for ya britches
Enslaved mind like cotton pickers for runnin wit some rotten niggas
I get raw to the with hardcore metaphors
Resevoir Dog style, yours
Yes, I be the slug up in your
Then you wonder why you can't feel the full of cigarettes
My is, brutality
I got the gun up under leather nigga so walk casually
You'd be surprised how info you can get
For a bottle of to find yo' punk ass and yo' kinfolks
Plus, crew you run with is butt
I was dusted one day when I your man choke up
Rappers to New Jersey and be gettin fucked up
Talkin where 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 much
I keep your nervous level high
You better kiss son and daughter, tell em bye nigga
When we

I give respect to all my woolly with the Rolex
Shinin briquettes, flashin cash and dumpin
Especially when my royalty check is late, I hesitate
I up Keith, and see who's flashin at the Palla-
-dium, hide your weed niggas cause here I
Lookin bummy for low profile, so loud MC's me
I the bartender some 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 your injuries
Forty-eight tracks of semtax
Lyrically splat-datted your mentality blacks
And I don't give a FUCK if you did bids
I bring Ecstasy like I'm the rapper Jalil
Blaow blaow blaow, shots for your fuckin
Mind, I got you niggas duckin out I'm one-time
Or five-oh, po-po, I drive hoes
Like I be doin security at my live
A&R is a punk, he got you gassed
When I smash any contender in my weight class
Aiyyo Twinz yo nigga got jewels
(Hold nigga while I rob this fool)
we creep