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
slide right through your roof (your roof)
Might pop a or two
Let hate, we chuck the deuce (the deuce)
Fuck that, we loose
sweeter than some juice (some juice)
I slurp it it's soup

Ayy, she a naughty on the weekend
But she gon' let me start to creep in
Baby goin' offense, I'm playin'
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 talk when knew that I was next
I just up with these hits and lay low, collect my checks
She with solid niggas (aye)
She don't be fuckin' with boys, I ran it up, that was my choice
She call me up when she need pipe, my girl ain't playin' no toys
my back, niggas lurkin', my girl 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 you touch the sky (the sky)
Don't need to my eye (my eye)
No, I'm not playin' (I'm not playin')
You just what I'm sayin' (what I'm sayin')
Got you and all you

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

Ayy, she a naughty type on the
But tonight she gon' let me start to in
Baby goin' offense, I'm playin'
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 water (water), head real smarter (head)
They into bitches from Florida, you probably afford her
Bentley truck park the coupe, I'm livin' comfortable
Talk money then I'm stuck you, now I'm in love with you
pull up in the UFO, no small talk, I'm the CEO
My is bad, they do the most
She way too foreign, straight off the
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 can't the truth
I might get a 'Rari coupe, but just to on you

Blame on me, no, 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 loose
Pussy sweeter some juice (some juice)
I slurp it like it's

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