Luyện nghe bài hát Creepin Through Ya Hood

[Intro] (Alternating Paul Wall and Juelz Santana)

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

We don't give a about you
We big guns, front, we'll pop you
We be creepin through ya
through ya hood
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 is just hurtin my hip
with me I'll show ya how them pounds and birdies get flipped
Play around clown, you'll get found in the ditch
He like, "Y'all don't a fuck about who?" (Bout who)
I'm like, "We don't give a fuck you." (Bout you)
Hat low to the
Lean back a blunt
A! See that button? Hit that, dope in the
Nope 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 creepin 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 creepin leavin with ya goods
So don't play like (don't)
act like that (don't)
If you ain't that, you know,

[Paul
I got windows tinted five percent
limo tint
I can see you, but you see me
223 extended clip
Them 50 gon set it off
a fire drill, bitch drop an roll
Gimme dat watch, dat chain
Empty 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 like cloves
and cook ya ass like emmeril the
Take ya last breath, put on ya
But im at ya head boy, not ya chest
I pack the nine, I start to
Hit legs and crease ya up
Then I hit the spot wit a bad
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 like Alonzo
And leave ya whole in mournin
I'm in the hood, wig shops
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 talkin bout no T-mobile