Luyện nghe bài hát Late Night Creepin'

Four in the Chev and we all strapped
Put one up in the chamber we had to bust caps
Let me let you bitch who you fucking with
P killa murder motherfucking lunatic

With the giggety nine
Put the glock to your dome and your shit be giggety mine
Break you off proper bitch
Ask me where I'm from the central Southside of the Rich

Worry niggas can't me
'Cause I'm on the turf for serving
Them fiends fucking killa candy
Break 'em off as I slow

But if you run up on the P
Yeah you you get your ass smoked
12 o'clock and my beeper still
On my way to the Northside late night

night creeping
(Creeping)
Should I say or should I say skeezing
The dope fiends be begging me for
Although want to beat me with they baseball bats

Red and to the blue will be the giggety plain giggety
A nigga slang dope, but the P I don't bang
Leave a dead any mark on a slab of rock
Arrive at your house a Sherm than a nigga laugh

Play a game show and tell
And if the bitch is hella thick tell her me at the motel
slipping is a no no
And the better come true so long at the mo mo

I'll a bitch dead and broke
Check a hoe, I no motherfucking got damn captain save a hoe
So with my nine I be
Check it out bitch if you catch me late creeping

Late night
(Creeping)
Should I say or should I say skeezing
The fiends be begging me for crack
Although they want to me with they baseball bats

I can't at night my mind start playing tricks
I'm having nightmares the ghetto's trying to me bitch
I'm paranoid, I sleep with fucking gats
A nine, a oozie, and a carjack

I'm addicted to money and bitches disturb
A ounce of dank, that'll calm a nigga
I will mash on ass like a gas pedal
You owe me scraps I melt you like a piece of metal

I'm a bounce your ass like a basketball
And with a pig's blood, write your name up on the
So your fucking death wish
And why you dead I'm gone steal your goods and fuck bitch

I'm a let you life in the Rich ain't no joke
So don't you coming riding your straps hoe
And you know the Rich is for busting caps
Diggety zap the P put the Rich on the map

Yeah, back at that ass again there
It's your nigga Lil Ric, through the windows
him for whatever I can get
Now it's time for my niggas to ride and let this shit clear

night creeping Big Ed and Master P
P has got his tech I got my nine to me
niggas like to jack and in the Bay it never stops
But my hollow will leave more scars than the chicken pox

Or run up ya Emmit
Hitting like Bonds cause I a nice slugging percentage
Because a nigga's like
Run on up, I'll call ya hickory your gonna get smoked

I ain't no joker G I'm TRU
And everybody in my a TRU g too
I thought you knew
I'm the type of nigga that'll leave ya fucking in the gutter

With the rat-tat-tat rat-tat-tat
P, I'm put this fucking nigga on his back
I'm a show you why they
'Cause it's me and P and we night creeping

Late night
(Creeping)
Should I say or should I say skeezing
The dope fiends be me for crack
Although they want to beat me they baseball bats