Luyện nghe bài hát Creepin'

In the streets I'm peepin'
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'
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 solo

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 yeah mo'
What said it look like it true
to be my homeboy
But now I'm so they tryna sue
My garage got
My look like a zoo

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

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

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

In the I'm peepin' game
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 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 ain't with none of ya'll
Outcast like
Win the grammy
Guard the
And all of you gon out

If you don't like it then out
Look around and I see
I known to get to the presidents
barrack is on speed dial
Yeah it's all 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 ain't hangin' no hater

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

(Top)
I'd be alone
'Cause the closest to ya
The ones who do ya wrong
Backstabbing me for a
I promise that I will lose no
Cause jenny can be your freak
But my bank account gone obese

In the streets I'm peepin'
I trust 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 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 lower low
Light another blunt I'm the dro
Choking, looking, never him
And a drunk will get popped and open the do
Lungs of smoke that means slower than slow

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

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

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

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

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

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

at all the hos you losing
Then look at all the I got
And you can catch me on the low low
Luda ridin' solo, beatin' the

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

Say they really fake
mess 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