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

Worry niggas can't me
I'm known on the turf for serving
Them fiends that killa candy
'em off as I creep 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

Late night
(Creeping)
Should I say jacking or 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 giggety thang
A nigga slang dope, but the P I gang bang
Leave a dead any mark on a slab of rock
Arrive at your house smoke a Sherm than a nigga

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

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

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

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

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

I'm a let you know life in the Rich 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 Rich on the map

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

night creeping Big Ed and Master P
P has got his I got my nine next to me
'Cause niggas like to jack and in the Bay it stops
But my hollow tips will leave more scars the chicken pox

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

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

With the 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

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