Luyện nghe bài hát Creepin'

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

Say they really really
Can't mess 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

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

Middle up for the haters
Hope the hater isn't you
cool, that's real cool
You can like you gotta friend
But I ain't trusting my counter
And that's the reason I count
You saw the
(Yeah)

I'm
Thinking everybody wanna my riches
take my money out my account
'Cause my teller get motion sickness
and forth, b-back and forth
From in the or right back in court

Candy car like a tank
And my crib like a fort
go to war, I ain't George bush
I promise I'm gone be prepared
Cause I trusting my weapon either
And that's the reason I keep a

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

Say really really fake
mess with you no mo'
Closest 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 solo
I'm on the low

I ain't hangin' with of ya'll
like [unverified]
Win the grammy
Guard the
And all of you gon out

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

Don't want ya and don't ya
You don't grind and get to the
And you ain't hungry I won't ya
I ain't hangin' no hater

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

(Top)
I'd be alone
'Cause the closest to ya
The who guna do ya wrong
me for a broad
I that I will lose no sleep
Cause jenny crank can be freak
But my bank gone stay obese

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

Say they really really
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 solo

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, provoke him
And a drunk will get popped and I'll the do
Lungs full of smoke that means slower slow

Feel I'm trapped and there's nowhere to go
So I, pull out the bazooka
(Blah)
Put a hole in the flo'
Luda, I'm so dope wid the
Trunk fulla speakers, pocket fulla

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

Pull another
Light another
Burn it it
it up
Hear my flow, I it up
Everybody grab gats

And em, load, sock em
Lock em, em
And aim it up
it up
Off in the sky
Catch me rollin' off in the

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Leave em
45 always in the side
your eyes
See me

'Cause I keep
And boys keep losing
Plus I'm, the of the year
Playas is and hos is choosing

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

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

Say they really fake
mess 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