Luyện nghe bài hát Creepin Through Ya Hood

[Intro] (Alternating between Paul Wall and Santana)

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

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

[Juelz
I'm down and I'm dirty this
I'm down to get dirty, ya
Aw man, aw damn, the pound is just 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 don't give a about who?" (Bout who)
I'm like, "We don't a fuck about you." (Bout you)
Hat low to the
Lean back a blunt
A! See that button? Hit that, dope in the
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 creepin through ya hood
You don't want my niggas creepin through ya
You don't wanna see that in ya face
Homeboy, you don't my niggas creepin leavin with ya goods
So play like that (don't)
Don't act that (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 clip
Them 50 gon set it off
a fire drill, bitch drop an roll
Gimme dat watch, Gimme dat
Empty them and pay the toll
I wit killers out on parole
Catch ya cut, run and
Evacuate, murder for
Kinda like ol barb from the
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 legs and ya up
I hit the spot wit a bad bitch
they'll the knob and piece 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 family in
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 ya up like a screw tape
and ya hollerin like the opera
but my sidekick goin off
I ain't talkin bout no partna