Luyện nghe bài hát Creepin Through Ya Hood

[Intro] (Alternating Paul Wall and Juelz Santana)

Juelz
Boy Paul
Yea, I mean I know there's a lotta haters on yo
Ya, ya, ya I know they there 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 big guns, front, we'll pop you
We be through ya hood
Creepin ya hood
We be mad slow, mug
Creepin ya hood

Santana]
I'm down and I'm dirty with
I'm down to get dirty, ya
Aw man, aw damn, the is just hurtin my hip
Fuck with me I'll show ya how them pounds and birdies get
Play around clown, get found in the dirtiest ditch
He like, "Y'all give a fuck about who?" (Bout who)
I'm like, "We don't give a fuck you." (Bout you)
Hat low to the
back smokin 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 don't my niggas creepin through ya wood
You don't wanna see that in ya face
Homeboy, you don't want my niggas creepin leavin with ya
So don't like that (don't)
Don't act that (don't)
If you ain't that, you know,

[Paul
I got them windows tinted percent
Presidential tint
I can see you, but you see me
223 with clip
Them 50 gon set it off
It's a fire drill, drop an roll
dat watch, Gimme dat chain
Empty pockets and pay the toll
I hang wit killers out on
Catch ya cut, run and
Evacuate, murder for
Kinda like ol barb from the
We'll chop you up garlic cloves
and cook ya ass emmeril the chef
ya last breath, put on ya vest
But im at ya head 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 you wake up in the mornin
To the sounds of them choppas
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
Posted up like Yao
In the low post, I'm on the box
We'll ya up like a screw tape
and have ya like the opera
but when my sidekick off
I ain't talkin bout no partna