Luyện nghe bài hát Creepin Through Ya Hood

[Intro] (Alternating between Paul Wall and Santana)

Juelz
Boy Wall
Yea, I mean I know there's a haters on yo side
Ya, ya, ya I know they over there hatin on yo 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 ya hood
We be mad slow, mug
through ya hood

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

[Paul
I got them windows five percent
Presidential limo
I can see you, but you see me
223 with clip
50 shots gon set it off
It's a drill, bitch drop an roll
Gimme dat watch, Gimme dat
them pockets and pay the toll
I wit killers out on parole
ya cut, run and hide
Evacuate, murder for
like ol barb from the wire
We'll chop you up garlic cloves
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 them and crease ya up
Then I hit the wit a bad bitch
they'll slob the and piece me up
And when you up in the mornin
To the sounds of them roarin
I'll wear the heat just like
And leave ya whole family in
I'm in the hood, like wig
I'm on the grind, on the
Posted up like Yao
In the low post, I'm on the box
We'll chop ya up like a screw
and have ya hollerin the opera
but when my sidekick off
I ain't bout no T-mobile partna