Luyện nghe bài hát Creepin Through Ya Hood

[Intro] (Alternating between Wall 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 don't give a fuck them niggas
em

We give a fuck about you
We tote big guns, front, pop you
We be creepin ya hood
Creepin through ya
We be mad slow, mug
Creepin ya hood

[Juelz
I'm down and I'm with this
I'm to get dirty, ya bitch
Aw man, aw damn, the pound is hurtin my hip
Fuck with me I'll show ya how them pounds and birdies get
Play around clown, you'll get in the dirtiest 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
back smokin a blunt
A! See button? Hit that, dope in the trunk
Nope coke in the trunk, both in the trunk
Up, that gun is on my hip too, I be hopin you
You don't want my niggas through ya hood
You don't want my niggas creepin ya wood
You don't wanna see that pistol in ya
Homeboy, you don't want my niggas creepin leavin ya goods
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 five percent
Presidential tint
I can see you, but you see me
223 with extended
Them 50 gon set it off
It's a fire drill, drop an roll
Gimme dat watch, dat chain
Empty pockets and pay the toll
I wit killers out on parole
Catch ya cut, run and
Evacuate, for hire
Kinda ol barb from the wire
We'll chop you up garlic cloves
and cook ya ass like emmeril the
Take ya breath, put on ya vest
But im aimin at ya head boy, not ya
I the nine, I start to dine
Hit them and crease ya up
Then I hit the spot wit a bad
they'll the knob and piece me up
And when you wake up in the
To the sounds of choppas roarin
I'll the heat just 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 ya hollerin like the opera
but when my goin off
I ain't talkin bout no T-mobile