Luyện nghe bài hát Creeping

Blame on me, no on you
No on you, blame on me no
Aye aye

Blame on me, no, on you (on you)
No, you hide the truth
I'ma slide right through roof (your roof)
pop a pill or two
Let them hate, we chuck the (the deuce)
that, we gettin' loose
Pussy sweeter than juice (some juice)
I slurp it like it's

Ayy, she a naughty type on the
But tonight she let me start to creep in
Baby offense, I'm playin' defense
You on top, I swear the perfect sequence, ooh

Why you like to lie, shawty, you you impressed
See you fuckin' with me now 'cause I bossed up and I
All they like to do is talk when they knew I was next
I just come up with these hits and lay low, my checks
She fuck with niggas (aye)
She be fuckin' with broke boys, I ran it up, that was my choice
She call me up when she need pipe, my girl playin' with no toys
Watch my back, lurkin', my girl look better in person
And she still perfect, dip and dash when we swervin'
Oh me, oh my (oh my)
Put my hand on your (your thighs)
If I through tonight (tonight)
I'll you touch the sky (the sky)
Don't need to my eye (my eye)
No, I'm not even (I'm not playin')
You know just what I'm (what I'm sayin')
Got you and all you

on me, no, shame on you (on you)
No, you can't the truth
I'ma slide right through roof (your roof)
Might pop a or two
Let them hate, we the deuce (the deuce)
Fuck that, we gettin'
Pussy sweeter some juice (some juice)
I slurp it like soup

Ayy, she a naughty type on the
But she gon' let me start to creep in
Baby offense, I'm playin' defense
You on top, I swear that's the sequence, ooh

Hold my wrist up out the coupe, two bitches
pussy good, I'm blamin' you, you drippin', shame on you
She got real water (water), head real (head)
They into bitches Florida, you probably can't afford her
Bentley truck might park the coupe, I'm comfortable
Talk money I'm stuck with you, now I'm in love with you
Plug up in the UFO, no small talk, I'm the CEO
My bitches is bad, do the most
She way too foreign, off the boat
I put her on top, she leakin', she
Touch you a freak on the weekend, the
Blame on me, no shame on you, girl you hide the truth
I get a 'Rari coupe, but just to flex on you

Blame on me, no, on you (on you)
No, you hide the truth
I'ma slide right through roof (your roof)
pop a pill or two
Let them hate, we chuck the (the deuce)
Fuck that, we gettin'
Pussy sweeter some juice (some juice)
I slurp it it's soup

Ayy, she a naughty type on the
But tonight she let me start to creep in
Baby goin' offense, I'm defense
You on top, I swear the perfect sequence, ooh