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 bitch who you with
P killa murder motherfucking lunatic

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

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

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 Northside night creeping

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

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

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

I'll leave a bitch dead and
Check a hoe, I no motherfucking got damn captain save a hoe
So with my 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 fiends be begging me for
Although they want to beat me they baseball bats

I can't sleep at night my mind start playing
I'm having nightmares the ghetto's to kill me bitch
I'm paranoid, I sleep with three gats
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 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 name up on the wall
So make your fucking 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 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, at that ass once again there
It's your nigga Lil Ric, through the windows
him for whatever I can get
Now it's for my niggas to ride and let this shit fuckin' clear

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

Or run up ya Emmit
like Bonds cause I have a nice slugging percentage
Because a like loced
Run on up, I'll call ya because 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 nigga that'll leave ya fucking in the gutter

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

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