Luyện nghe bài hát Creepin Through Ya Hood

[Intro] (Alternating between Paul Wall and Santana)

Juelz
Boy Wall
Yea, I I know there's a lotta haters on yo side
Ya, ya, ya I know they over there on yo side too
Oh yeah, but you know we don't give a fuck them niggas
em

We don't give a about you
We big guns, front, we'll pop you
We be through ya hood
Creepin through ya
We be mad slow, mug
Creepin through ya

Santana]
I'm down and I'm dirty with
I'm down to get dirty, ya
Aw man, aw damn, the is just hurtin my hip
Fuck with me show ya how them pounds and birdies get flipped
Play clown, you'll get found in the dirtiest ditch
He like, "Y'all don't give a fuck who?" (Bout who)
I'm like, "We don't give a fuck you." (Bout you)
Hat low to the
Lean smokin a blunt
A! See that button? Hit that, in the trunk
Nope coke in the trunk, both in the trunk
Up, that gun is on my hip too, I be hopin you
You don't want my niggas creepin ya hood
You don't want my niggas creepin ya wood
You don't see that pistol in ya face
Homeboy, you don't want my niggas leavin with ya goods
So play like that (don't)
act like that (don't)
If you like that, you know,

[Paul
I got them windows tinted percent
Presidential limo
I can see you, but you see me
223 with clip
Them 50 gon set it off
It's a drill, bitch drop an roll
dat watch, Gimme dat chain
Empty pockets and pay the toll
I hang wit killers out on
Catch ya cut, run and
Evacuate, murder for
like ol barb from the wire
We'll chop you up like garlic
and cook ya ass like emmeril the
Take ya breath, put on ya vest
But im aimin at ya head boy, not ya
I the nine, I start to dine
Hit legs and crease ya up
Then I hit the spot wit a bad
they'll slob the knob and me up
And you wake up in the mornin
To the sounds of choppas roarin
I'll wear the heat like Alonzo
And leave ya whole in mournin
I'm in the hood, like wig
I'm on the grind, on the
up like Yao Ming
In the low post, I'm on the box
We'll chop ya up like a tape
and have ya like the opera
but when my goin off
I ain't talkin bout no T-mobile