Luyện nghe bài hát Creeping

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

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

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

Why you like to lie, shawty, you know you
See you fuckin' with me now 'cause I bossed up and I
All they like to do is talk when they knew that I was
I just up with these hits and lay low, collect my checks
She fuck with niggas (aye)
She don't be 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, niggas lurkin', my look better in person
And she picture perfect, dip and dash when we swervin'
Oh me, oh my (oh my)
Put my hand on thighs (your thighs)
If I through tonight (tonight)
I'll make you the sky (the sky)
Don't to wink my eye (my eye)
No, I'm not even (I'm not playin')
You know just I'm sayin' (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 your roof (your roof)
pop a pill or two
Let them hate, we the deuce (the deuce)
that, we gettin' loose
Pussy than some 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 that's the perfect sequence, ooh

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

on me, no, shame on you (on you)
No, you can't the truth
I'ma slide right your 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 it like it's soup

Ayy, she a type on the weekend
But tonight she gon' let me to creep in
goin' offense, I'm playin' defense
You on top, I that's the perfect sequence, ooh