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 on yo side
Ya, ya, ya I know they over hatin on yo side too
Oh yeah, but you know we don't a fuck about them niggas
em

We don't a fuck about you
We big guns, front, we'll pop you
We be creepin ya hood
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
Fuck with me I'll show ya how pounds 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
back smokin a blunt
A! See button? Hit that, dope in the trunk
Nope coke in the trunk, nope in the trunk
Up, that gun is on my hip too, I be hopin you
You don't want my niggas creepin ya hood
You want my niggas creepin through ya wood
You don't wanna see pistol in ya face
Homeboy, you don't want my niggas creepin leavin ya goods
So play like that (don't)
Don't act that (don't)
If you like that, you know,

[Paul
I got them windows tinted five
Presidential tint
I can see you, but you see me
223 with extended
Them 50 gon set it off
It's a fire drill, bitch an roll
dat watch, Gimme dat chain
Empty them pockets and pay the
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 like cloves
and ya ass like emmeril the chef
ya last breath, put on ya vest
But im aimin at ya boy, not ya chest
I the nine, I start to dine
Hit them legs and ya up
Then I hit the spot wit a bad
they'll slob the and piece me up
And when you wake up in the
To the sounds of choppas roarin
wear the heat just like Alonzo
And leave ya whole in mournin
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 chop ya up a screw tape
and have ya hollerin like the
but my sidekick goin off
I ain't talkin bout no T-mobile