Luyện nghe bài hát Creeping

Blame on me, no on you
No shame on you, on me no
Aye aye

Blame on me, no, on you (on you)
No, you can't hide the
I'ma slide right through your (your roof)
Might pop a or two
Let them hate, we chuck the (the deuce)
that, we gettin' loose
Pussy sweeter than some (some juice)
I slurp it like soup

Ayy, she a naughty on the weekend
But tonight she gon' let me to creep in
Baby goin' offense, I'm defense
You on top, I that's the perfect sequence, ooh

Why you to lie, shawty, you know you impressed
See you with me now 'cause I bossed up and I flex
All they like to do is when they knew that I was next
I just up with these hits and lay low, collect my checks
She fuck with solid (aye)
She don't be with broke boys, I ran it up, that was my choice
She call me up when she need pipe, my girl ain't with no toys
Watch my back, niggas lurkin', my girl better in person
And she still picture perfect, dip and dash we swervin'
Oh me, oh my (oh my)
Put my hand on thighs (your thighs)
If I through tonight (tonight)
I'll make you the sky (the sky)
Don't need to my eye (my eye)
No, I'm not even (I'm not playin')
You just what I'm sayin' (what I'm sayin')
Got you and all you

Blame on me, no, on you (on you)
No, you hide the truth
I'ma slide through your roof (your roof)
Might pop a or two
Let them hate, we chuck the (the deuce)
Fuck that, we gettin'
Pussy sweeter than some (some juice)
I it like it's soup

Ayy, she a type on the weekend
But tonight she let me start to creep in
goin' offense, I'm playin' defense
You on top, I swear the perfect sequence, ooh

my wrist up out the coupe, two bitches switch-a-roo
That good, I'm blamin' you, you drippin', shame on you
She got real water (water), real smarter (head)
They into from Florida, you probably can't afford her
Bentley truck might park the coupe, I'm livin'
Talk then I'm stuck with you, now I'm in love with you
pull up in the UFO, no small talk, I'm the CEO
My is bad, they do the most
She way too foreign, straight off the
I put her on top, she leakin', she
you a freak on the weekend, the weekend
Blame on me, no shame on you, you can't hide the truth
I might get a 'Rari coupe, but to flex on you

Blame on me, no, on you (on you)
No, you hide the truth
I'ma slide right through your (your roof)
Might pop a or two
Let them hate, we the deuce (the deuce)
Fuck that, we gettin'
sweeter than some juice (some juice)
I slurp it like soup

Ayy, she a naughty on the weekend
But tonight she gon' let me start to in
goin' offense, I'm playin' defense
You on top, I swear that's the sequence, ooh