Luyện nghe bài hát Creeping

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

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

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

Why you like to lie, shawty, you you impressed
See you fuckin' with me now I bossed up and I flex
All they like to do is when they knew that I was next
I come up with these hits and lay low, collect my checks
She fuck with solid (aye)
She don't be fuckin' with broke boys, I ran it up, that was my
She call me up when she need pipe, my girl ain't playin' 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 on your thighs (your thighs)
If I come tonight (tonight)
make you touch the sky (the sky)
Don't to wink my eye (my eye)
No, I'm not playin' (I'm not playin')
You know just I'm sayin' (what I'm sayin')
Got you and all you

Blame on me, no, on you (on you)
No, you hide the truth
I'ma slide right your roof (your roof)
Might pop a 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 on the weekend
But tonight she let me start to creep in
Baby goin' offense, I'm defense
You on top, I swear that's the sequence, ooh

my wrist up out the coupe, two bitches switch-a-roo
That pussy good, I'm blamin' you, you drippin', on you
She got water (water), head real smarter (head)
They into bitches from Florida, you probably can't her
Bentley truck might park the coupe, I'm comfortable
money then 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, you can't hide the truth
I might get a 'Rari coupe, but just to on you

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

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