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 caps
Let me let you know bitch who you with
Master P killa motherfucking lunatic

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

Worry niggas stand me
I'm known on the turf for serving
Them fiends fucking 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 still beeping
On my way to the 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

Red and to the blue will be the giggety plain thang
A nigga slang dope, but the P I gang bang
a sucker dead any mark on a slab of rock
Arrive at your house smoke a Sherm a nigga laugh

Play a game called show and
And if the bitch is thick tell her meet me at the motel
'Cause is a no no
And the bitch better come true so at the mo mo

I'll leave a bitch and broke
a hoe, I ain't no motherfucking got damn captain save a hoe
So my nine I be sleeping
Check it out bitch if you catch me late 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 can't sleep at night my mind start tricks
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 hella disturb
A ounce of dank, that'll a nigga 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 blood, write your name up on the wall
So make your death wish
And why you dead I'm gone steal goods and fuck your bitch

I'm a let you know life in the 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, at that ass once again there
It's 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

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

Or run up ya like
Hitting Bonds cause I have a nice slugging percentage
Because a nigga's like
Run on up, I'll call ya hickory because your 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 this fucking nigga on his
I'm a show you why sleeping
it's me and P and we late night creeping

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