Luyện nghe bài hát Creepin Through Ya Hood

[Intro] (Alternating between Paul and Juelz Santana)

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

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

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

[Paul
I got them tinted five percent
Presidential tint
I can see you, but you see me
223 with clip
Them 50 gon set it off
It's a fire drill, bitch drop an
dat watch, Gimme dat chain
Empty them pockets and pay the
I hang wit out on parole
ya cut, run and hide
Evacuate, murder for
Kinda ol barb from the wire
We'll chop you up like cloves
and cook ya ass like emmeril the
Take ya breath, put on ya vest
But im aimin at ya boy, not ya chest
I the nine, I start to dine
Hit legs and crease ya up
Then I hit the wit a bad bitch
they'll slob the and piece me up
And you wake up in the mornin
To the sounds of choppas roarin
I'll wear the just like Alonzo
And leave ya 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
We'll chop ya up a screw tape
and have ya hollerin like the
but when my goin off
I talkin bout no T-mobile partna