Luyện nghe bài hát Creepin Through Ya Hood

[Intro] (Alternating between Paul Wall and Santana)

Juelz
Boy Wall
Yea, I mean I know a lotta haters on yo side
Ya, ya, ya I know they over there hatin on yo too
Oh yeah, but you know we give a fuck about them niggas
em

We don't give a about you
We tote big guns, front, pop you
We be creepin ya hood
Creepin ya hood
We be mad slow, mug
Creepin ya hood

[Juelz
I'm and I'm dirty with this
I'm to get dirty, ya bitch
Aw man, aw damn, the pound is just my hip
Fuck me I'll show ya how them pounds and birdies get flipped
Play around clown, get found in the dirtiest ditch
He like, "Y'all give a fuck about who?" (Bout who)
I'm like, "We don't a fuck about you." (Bout you)
Hat low to the
back smokin a blunt
A! See that Hit that, dope in the trunk
coke in the trunk, nope both in the trunk
Up, that gun is on my hip too, I be you stunt
You don't my niggas creepin through ya hood
You don't want my niggas through ya wood
You don't wanna see pistol in ya face
Homeboy, you don't want my niggas creepin leavin ya goods
So play like that (don't)
Don't act that (don't)
If you ain't that, you know,

[Paul
I got them windows five percent
Presidential limo
I can see you, but you see me
223 extended clip
Them 50 gon set it off
a fire drill, bitch drop an roll
Gimme dat watch, Gimme dat
Empty pockets and pay the toll
I wit killers out on parole
Catch ya cut, run and
Evacuate, murder for
Kinda like ol from the wire
We'll chop you up garlic cloves
and cook ya ass like emmeril the
Take ya last breath, put on ya
But im aimin at ya boy, not ya chest
I pack the nine, I to dine
Hit them legs and ya up
Then I hit the spot wit a bad
slob the knob and piece me up
And when you wake up in the
To the of them choppas roarin
I'll wear the heat just like
And ya whole family in mournin
I'm in the hood, wig shops
I'm on the grind, on the
Posted up like Yao
In the low post, I'm on the box
chop ya up like a screw tape
and ya hollerin like the opera
but my sidekick goin off
I ain't bout no T-mobile partna