Luyện nghe bài hát Creepin Through Ya Hood

[Intro] (Alternating between Paul and Juelz Santana)

Juelz
Boy Paul
Yea, I mean I know a lotta haters on yo side
Ya, ya, ya I know they over there hatin on yo too
Oh yeah, but you know we give a fuck about them niggas
em

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

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

[Paul
I got them tinted five percent
Presidential tint
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 them pockets and pay the
I hang wit killers out on
ya cut, run and hide
Evacuate, for hire
Kinda like ol barb the wire
We'll you up like garlic cloves
and ya ass like emmeril the chef
Take ya last breath, put on ya
But im at ya head boy, not ya chest
I pack the nine, I start to
Hit them legs and ya up
I hit the spot wit a bad bitch
they'll slob the knob and me up
And when you wake up in the
To the of them choppas roarin
I'll wear the just like Alonzo
And leave ya whole in mournin
I'm in the hood, wig shops
I'm on the grind, on the
Posted up Yao Ming
In the low post, I'm on the box
We'll chop ya up like a tape
and have ya hollerin the opera
but my sidekick goin off
I ain't talkin bout no partna