Luyện nghe bài hát Creeping

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

Blame on me, no, on you (on you)
No, you can't the truth
I'ma slide right through your (your roof)
pop a pill 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 type on the weekend
But she gon' 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 know you
See you fuckin' me now 'cause I bossed up and I flex
All they like to do is talk when knew that I was next
I just come up with these hits and lay low, my checks
She with solid niggas (aye)
She don't be fuckin' broke boys, I ran it up, that was my choice
She call me up when she pipe, my girl ain't playin' with no toys
Watch my back, niggas lurkin', my girl look in person
And she still picture perfect, dip and dash when we
Oh me, oh my (oh my)
Put my hand on thighs (your thighs)
If I come through (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

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

Hold my wrist up out the coupe, two bitches
That good, I'm blamin' you, you drippin', shame on you
She got water (water), head real smarter (head)
They into bitches Florida, you probably can't afford her
Bentley truck might park the coupe, I'm livin'
Talk money then I'm 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
you a freak on the weekend, the weekend
Blame on me, no shame on you, 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 hide the
slide right through your roof (your roof)
Might pop a or two
Let them hate, we the deuce (the deuce)
that, we gettin' loose
Pussy sweeter 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 offense, I'm playin' defense
You on top, I swear the perfect sequence, ooh