Luyện nghe bài hát Creepin Through Ya Hood

[Intro] (Alternating between Paul and Juelz Santana)

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

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

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

[Paul
I got them windows tinted five
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 hang wit killers out on
Catch ya cut, run and
Evacuate, murder for
Kinda ol barb from the wire
We'll chop you up garlic cloves
and cook ya ass like the chef
Take ya last breath, put on ya
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 knob and me up
And when you wake up in the
To the sounds of them roarin
I'll wear the heat just like
And ya whole family 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 a screw tape
and have ya hollerin the opera
but when my goin off
I ain't talkin no T-mobile partna