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 your roof (your roof)
pop a pill or two
Let hate, we chuck the deuce (the deuce)
Fuck that, we gettin'
Pussy than 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 offense, I'm playin' defense
You on top, I swear the perfect sequence, ooh

Why you like to lie, shawty, you you impressed
See you fuckin' me now 'cause I bossed up and I flex
All they to do is talk 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' 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 look better 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 tonight (tonight)
I'll you touch the sky (the sky)
need 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

on me, no, shame on you (on you)
No, you can't the truth
I'ma slide right through your (your roof)
pop a pill or two
Let them hate, we the deuce (the deuce)
Fuck that, we loose
Pussy sweeter than 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 defense
You on top, I that's the perfect sequence, ooh

Hold my wrist up out the coupe, two bitches
That pussy good, I'm you, you drippin', shame on you
She got real water (water), head smarter (head)
They into from Florida, you probably can't afford her
Bentley truck might the coupe, I'm livin' comfortable
Talk money then I'm stuck with you, now I'm in 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, 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 the truth
I'ma slide right through your (your roof)
Might pop a or two
Let hate, we chuck the deuce (the deuce)
Fuck that, we gettin'
Pussy sweeter than some (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