Luyện nghe bài hát Late Night Creepin'

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

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

niggas can't stand me
'Cause I'm 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 you get your ass smoked
12 o'clock and my beeper beeping
On my way to the late night creeping

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 bats

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

a game called 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 true so long 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 my nine I be sleeping
it out bitch if you catch me late night creeping

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

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

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

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

Yeah, back at that ass once there
It's your Lil Ric, creepin' through the windows
him for whatever 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 next to me
'Cause niggas like to jack and in the Bay it stops
But my hollow tips leave more scars than the chicken pox

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

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

Late 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 baseball