Luyện nghe bài hát Late Night Creepin'

Four niggas in the Chev and we all
Put one up in the case we had to bust caps
Let me let you know bitch who you fucking
Master P killa motherfucking lunatic

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

niggas can't stand me
'Cause I'm known on the turf for
Them fiends that fucking candy
Break 'em off as I slow

But if you run up on the P
Yeah you know you get your ass
12 and my beeper still beeping
On my way to the Northside night creeping

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

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

Play a game show and tell
And if the bitch is hella thick tell her meet me at the
'Cause is a no no
And the bitch better come true so at the mo mo

leave a bitch dead and broke
Check a hoe, I ain't no motherfucking got damn save a hoe
So my nine I be sleeping
Check it out bitch if you catch me late night

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

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

I'm addicted to and bitches hella disturb
A ounce of dank, calm a nigga nerves
I will mash on that ass like a gas
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 up on the wall
So make your fucking death
And why you dead I'm steal your goods and fuck your bitch

I'm a let you know life in the ain't no joke
So you coming riding without your straps hoe
And you know the Rich is known for caps
Diggety zap the P put the on the giggety map

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

Late creeping Big Ed and Master P
P has got his I got my nine next to me
'Cause niggas like to and in the Bay it never stops
But my tips will leave more scars than the chicken pox

Or run up ya Emmit
Hitting Bonds cause I have a nice slugging percentage
Because a like loced
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 you knew motherfucker
I'm the of nigga that'll leave ya fucking heart in the gutter

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

Late creeping
(Creeping)
I say jacking or should I say skeezing
The fiends be begging me for crack
they want to beat me with they baseball bats