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 who you fucking with
Master P killa murder lunatic

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

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

But if you run up on the P
you know you get your ass smoked
12 and my beeper still beeping
On my way to the Northside late creeping

Late 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

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

Play a game show and tell
And if the bitch is hella tell her meet me at the motel
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 with my nine I be
Check it out bitch if you catch me late night

Late 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

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 sleep three fucking gats
A tech nine, a oozie, and a

I'm to money and bitches hella disturb
A ounce of dank, calm a nigga nerves
I mash 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 just a basketball
And with a pig's blood, your name up on the wall
So make your fucking death
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 don't you coming riding your straps hoe
And you know the Rich is for busting caps
Diggety zap the P put the Rich on the map

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

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

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

I ain't no joker G I'm TRU
And everybody in my a TRU g too
I you knew motherfucker
I'm the of nigga that'll leave ya fucking heart in the gutter

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

Late night
(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