Luyện nghe bài hát Late Night Creepin'

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

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

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

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

night creeping
(Creeping)
Should I say jacking or 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 giggety thang
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 smoke a Sherm a nigga laugh

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

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

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

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

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

I'm a bounce your ass just like a
And with a blood, write your name up on the wall
So make your fucking wish
And why you dead I'm steal your goods and fuck your bitch

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

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

Late night Big Ed and Master P
P has got his tech I got my next to me
'Cause like to jack and in the Bay it never stops
But my hollow tips will leave scars than the chicken pox

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

I ain't no G 'cause I'm TRU
And in my crew a TRU g too
I thought you 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 this fucking nigga on his
I'm a show you why they
'Cause it's me and P and we night creeping

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