Luyện nghe bài hát Late Night Creepin'

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

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

Worry niggas can't 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 know you get your ass
12 o'clock and my still beeping
On my way to the Northside night creeping

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

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

Play a game show and tell
And if the bitch is thick tell her meet me at the motel
slipping 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 motherfucking got captain save a hoe
So with my nine I be
it out bitch if you catch me late night creeping

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

I can't sleep at my mind start playing tricks
I'm nightmares the ghetto's trying to kill me bitch
I'm paranoid, I sleep with fucking 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 melt you like a piece of metal

I'm a bounce your ass like a basketball
And with a pig's blood, write your up on the wall
So make your fucking wish
And why you I'm gone steal your goods and fuck your 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 known for caps
Diggety zap the P put the on the giggety map

Yeah, back at that ass once 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 shit fuckin' clear

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

Or run up ya like
like Bonds 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 in my crew a TRU g too
I thought you motherfucker
I'm the type of nigga that'll leave ya heart in the gutter

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

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