Luyện nghe bài hát Creepin'

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

To my, no good niggas, and my, no bitches
Sorry if I left somebody leavin out 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
Resevoir Dog style, truly
Yes, I be the slug up in chest
you wonder why you can't feel the full strength of cigarettes
My nationality is,
I got the gun up under your nigga so walk casually
You'd be how much info you can get
For a of crack to find yo' punk ass and yo' kinfolks
Plus, crew you run with is butt
I was dusted one day I made your man choke up
Rappers comin to New Jersey and be fucked up
Talkin about where they 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 so much turbulence
I your nervous level high nigga
You kiss your son and daughter, tell em bye nigga
we creep

I give respect to all my woolly niggas with the
Shinin briquettes, flashin cash and Moets
Especially when my royalty check is late, I 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 slip the some raw
Just to tell me much cash and Dom P you pour]
Huh, I should start robbin rappers in the
If we clickin then I'm engineerin your injuries
Forty-eight tracks of semtax
Lyrically splat-datted till mentality blacks
And I don't give a if you did thirty bids
I bring Ecstasy like I'm the rapper Jalil
Blaow blaow blaow, lickin shots for fuckin
Mind, I got you niggas out like I'm one-time
Or five-oh, po-po, I drive nutty
Like I be doin at my live shows
Your A&R is a punk, he got you
When I brutally smash any contender in my class
Aiyyo yo this nigga got jewels
(Hold that nigga I rob this fool)
we creep