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 hide the truth
I'ma right through your roof (your roof)
pop a pill or two
Let hate, we chuck the deuce (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 playin'
You on top, I swear that's the sequence, ooh

Why you like to lie, shawty, you know you
See you with me now 'cause I bossed up and I flex
All they like to do is talk they knew that I was next
I just come up with these hits and lay low, collect my
She with solid niggas (aye)
She don't be fuckin' with broke boys, I ran it up, was my choice
She call me up when she need pipe, my girl ain't playin' with no
Watch my back, niggas lurkin', my girl look in person
And she still picture perfect, dip and dash we swervin'
Oh me, oh my (oh my)
Put my hand on your (your thighs)
If I through tonight (tonight)
I'll make you the sky (the sky)
need to wink my eye (my eye)
No, I'm not even (I'm not playin')
You know what 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 through roof (your roof)
pop a pill or two
Let hate, we chuck the deuce (the deuce)
Fuck that, we loose
Pussy than some juice (some juice)
I slurp it it's soup

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

Hold my wrist up out the coupe, two switch-a-roo
That pussy good, I'm you, you drippin', shame on you
She got real water (water), head smarter (head)
They into bitches from Florida, you can't afford her
truck might park the coupe, I'm livin' comfortable
Talk money then I'm stuck with you, now I'm in with you
Plug 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 hide the
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 right your roof (your roof)
Might pop a or two
Let hate, we chuck the deuce (the deuce)
Fuck that, we loose
Pussy sweeter than some (some juice)
I slurp it it's soup

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