Luyện nghe bài hát Creepin Through Ya Hood

[Intro] (Alternating between Paul and Juelz Santana)

Juelz
Boy Wall
Yea, I mean I know there's a lotta on yo side
Ya, ya, ya I they over there hatin on yo side too
Oh yeah, but you know we give a fuck about them niggas
em

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

[Juelz
I'm down and I'm dirty 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 in the dirtiest ditch
He like, "Y'all don't give a fuck who?" (Bout who)
I'm like, "We give a fuck about you." (Bout you)
Hat low to the
Lean back a blunt
A! See button? Hit that, dope in the trunk
Nope coke in the trunk, nope in the trunk
Up, gun is on my hip too, I be hopin you stunt
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 want my niggas creepin leavin with ya goods
So don't like that (don't)
Don't act like (don't)
If you ain't that, you know,

[Paul
I got them tinted five percent
limo tint
I can see you, but you see me
223 with extended
50 shots gon set it off
It's a fire drill, bitch an roll
Gimme dat watch, Gimme dat
Empty them and pay the toll
I hang wit killers out on
Catch ya cut, run and
Evacuate, murder for
Kinda like ol barb the wire
We'll chop you up garlic cloves
and ya ass like emmeril the chef
Take ya breath, put on ya vest
But im aimin at ya boy, not ya chest
I the nine, I start to dine
Hit them and crease ya up
Then I hit the spot wit a bad
they'll slob the knob and me up
And when you up in the mornin
To the sounds of choppas roarin
I'll wear the just like 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 ya hollerin like the opera
but when my goin off
I talkin bout no T-mobile partna