Luyện nghe bài hát Creepin'

In the I'm peepin' game
I can't you, no no
All up in my mayne
I on the low low

Say they really really
Can't with you no mo'
Closest people to you
So I be rollin'

I'm on the low low
on the low low
on the low low
I be rollin', I be rollin'

I'm on the low
on the low low
on the low low
I be rollin', I be rollin'
I'm on the low

Mo' money yeah mo'
What said it look like it true
Used to be my
But now I'm payed so they sue
My got jaguars
My garage like a zoo

Middle up for the haters
Hope the here isn't you
Super cool, that's real
You can feel like you friend
But I ain't my money counter
And the reason I count again
You saw the
(Yeah)

I'm
Thinking everybody take my riches
Can't take my money out my
my bank teller get motion sickness
Back and forth, b-back and
From in the streets or right in court

Candy car built a tank
And my crib built a fort
Let's go to war, I ain't George
I ya'll I'm gone be prepared
Cause I trusting my weapon either
And that's the reason I a spare

In the streets I'm game
I trust you, no no
All up in my bigness
I on the low low

Say they really fake
Can't with you no mo'
people to you hate
So I be solo

I'm on the low low
on the low low
on the low low
I be rollin', I be rollin'

I'm on the low
on the low low
on the low low
I be rollin', I be rollin'
I'm on the low

I ain't hangin' none of ya'll
like [unverified]
Win the thing
Guard the
And all of you gon out

If you don't like it peace out
Look around and I see
I been to get to the presidents
Like barrack is on dial
it's all about me now

Don't want ya and need ya
You grind and get to the money
And you ain't hungry I feed ya
I hangin' with no hater

No faker, no
I knew it big and say they did
And tryna my credit like stole visa
If lonely at the top

(Top)
I'd be alone
'Cause the people to ya
The ones who guna do ya
me for a broad
I promise that I will lose no
Cause crank can be your freak
But my bank account gone stay

In the I'm peepin' game
I can't you, no no
All up in my mayne
I on the low low

Say they really fake
Can't with you no mo'
Closest to you hate
So I be rollin'

I'm on the low low
on the low low
on the low low
I be rollin', I be rollin'

I'm on the low
on the low low
on the low low
I be rollin', I be rollin'
I'm on the low

I be, creeping than low
another blunt I'm smoking the dro
Choking, looking, never him
And a drunk get popped and I'll open the do
Lungs full of smoke that means than slow

Feel like I'm trapped and nowhere to go
So I, just out the bazooka
(Blah)
Put a fuckin' hole in the
Luda, I'm so wid the flow
Trunk fulla speakers, pocket [unverified]

How much would a wood chuck
If a chuck could chuck wood
Gripping on the
Turn it it
another stack
I earned it it
Blow [unverified]

Pull another
another blunt
Burn it it
it up
Hear my flow, I it up
Everybody grab your

And hold em, load, em
Lock em, em
And aim it up
it up
Off in the sky
Catch me off in the ride

26
em defenseless
45 always tucked in the
Open eyes
See me

I keep winning
And boys keep losing
Plus I'm, the pimp of the
Playas is hatin' and hos is

Look at all the hos you
Then at all the game I got
And you can me creepin' on the low low
Luda ridin' solo, the block

In the streets I'm game
I can't you, no no
All up in my mayne
I on the low low

Say really really fake
Can't with you no mo'
people to you hate
So I be rollin'

I'm on the low low
on the low low
on the low low
I be rollin', I be rollin'
I'm on the low

on the low low
on the low low
I be rollin', I be solo
I'm on the low