Luyện nghe bài hát Creepin Through Ya Hood

[Intro] (Alternating between Paul and Juelz Santana)

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

We give a fuck about you
We tote big guns, front, pop you
We be creepin ya hood
Creepin through ya
We be mad slow, mug
Creepin through ya

Santana]
I'm down and I'm with this
I'm to get dirty, ya bitch
Aw man, aw damn, the pound is hurtin my hip
Fuck with me I'll ya how them pounds and birdies get flipped
Play around clown, you'll get found in the dirtiest
He like, "Y'all don't give a fuck 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 Hit that, dope 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 don't want my niggas creepin ya wood
You don't wanna see that in ya face
Homeboy, you don't want my niggas creepin leavin ya goods
So don't play like (don't)
Don't act like (don't)
If you like that, you know,

[Paul
I got them tinted five percent
limo tint
I can see you, but you see me
223 with clip
Them 50 gon set it off
a fire drill, bitch drop an roll
Gimme dat watch, dat chain
Empty them pockets and pay the
I hang wit out on parole
ya cut, run and hide
Evacuate, murder for
like ol barb from 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 the nine, I start to dine
Hit legs and crease ya up
Then I hit the spot wit a bad
they'll the knob and piece me up
And when you wake up in the
To the sounds of choppas roarin
I'll wear the heat just Alonzo
And leave ya whole family in
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 ya up like a screw tape
and have ya hollerin the opera
but when my sidekick off
I ain't talkin bout no T-mobile