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 know bitch who you fucking
P killa murder motherfucking lunatic

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

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

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

Late night
(Creeping)
I say jacking or should I say skeezing
The dope fiends be me for crack
Although they want to beat me with they 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 sucker dead any on a slab of rock
Arrive at your house smoke a Sherm than a laugh

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

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

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

I can't at night my mind start playing tricks
I'm having nightmares the ghetto's trying to kill me
I'm paranoid, I with three 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 nerves
I mash on that ass like a gas pedal
You owe me scraps I will melt you like a of metal

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

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

Yeah, back at that ass again there
your nigga Lil Ric, creepin' through the windows
Getting him for I can get
Now it's time for my niggas to 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 and in the Bay it never stops
But my hollow tips will leave more scars than the pox

Or run up ya like
like 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 G 'cause I'm TRU
And everybody in my a TRU g too
I you knew motherfucker
I'm the type of nigga that'll leave ya fucking heart in the

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

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