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
Master P murder motherfucking lunatic

With the giggety giggety
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 central of the Rich

Worry niggas stand me
I'm known on the turf for serving
Them fiends that fucking candy
'em off as I creep slow

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

Late night
(Creeping)
I say jacking or should I say skeezing
The dope fiends be me for crack
they 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 gang
Leave a sucker dead any on a slab of rock
at your house smoke 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 bitch better come true so at the mo mo

I'll leave a bitch dead and
Check a hoe, I ain't no 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)
I say jacking or should I say skeezing
The dope fiends be begging me for
Although they to beat me with they baseball bats

I sleep at night my mind start playing tricks
I'm having nightmares the ghetto's to kill me bitch
I'm paranoid, I sleep with three gats
A nine, a oozie, and a carjack

I'm addicted to money and bitches disturb
A ounce of dank, that'll calm a nerves
I will on that ass like a gas pedal
You owe me scraps I will melt you 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 make fucking death wish
And why you dead I'm gone steal your goods and fuck your

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

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

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

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

I no joker G 'cause I'm TRU
And everybody in my a TRU g too
I thought you knew
I'm the type of nigga leave ya fucking heart in the gutter

With the rat-tat-tat rat-tat-tat
P, I'm gone put this fucking on his back
I'm a show you why sleeping
'Cause me and P and we late night creeping

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