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 who you fucking with
Master P killa murder lunatic

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

Worry niggas stand me
'Cause I'm known on the turf for
Them fiends that killa candy
Break 'em off as I creep

But if you run up on the P
you know you get your ass smoked
12 o'clock and my beeper still
On my way to the late night creeping

Late creeping
(Creeping)
Should I say or should I say skeezing
The dope fiends be begging me for
Although they want to me with they baseball bats

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

Play a game called show and
And if the bitch is hella thick her meet me at the motel
slipping is a no no
And the bitch better come true so at the mo mo

I'll leave a bitch and broke
Check a hoe, I ain't no motherfucking got damn captain a hoe
So with my nine I be
it out bitch if you catch me late night creeping

Late creeping
(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 my mind start playing tricks
I'm nightmares the ghetto's trying to kill me bitch
I'm paranoid, I sleep with three gats
A tech nine, a oozie, and a

I'm addicted to money and bitches hella
A ounce of dank, calm a nigga nerves
I will mash on that ass a gas pedal
You owe me scraps I will melt you a piece of metal

I'm a your ass just like a basketball
And with a blood, write your name up on the wall
So make fucking death wish
And why you dead I'm gone steal your and fuck your bitch

I'm a let you know life in the Rich ain't no
So don't you coming riding without straps hoe
And you know the Rich is known for caps
Diggety zap the P put the Rich on the map

Yeah, at that ass once again there
It's nigga Lil Ric, creepin' through the windows
Getting him for I can get
Now it's time for my to ride and let this shit fuckin' clear

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

Or run up ya Emmit
Hitting like cause I have a nice slugging percentage
Because a like loced
Run on up, I'll call ya hickory because gonna get smoked

I no joker G 'cause I'm TRU
And everybody in my a TRU g too
I thought you motherfucker
I'm the of nigga that'll leave ya fucking heart in the gutter

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

Late creeping
(Creeping)
Should I say jacking or should I say
The dope fiends be begging me for
Although they want to beat me they baseball bats