Luyện nghe bài hát Creepin'

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

Say really really fake
Can't 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 rollin'
I'm on the low

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

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

I'm
Thinking wanna take my riches
take my money out my account
'Cause my bank teller get sickness
Back and forth, and forth
in the streets or right back in court

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

In the streets I'm peepin'
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 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 hangin' none of ya'll
Outcast like
Win the thing
the family
And all of you gon out

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

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

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

(Top)
I'd rather be
'Cause the people to ya
The who guna do ya wrong
Backstabbing me for a
I that I will lose no sleep
Cause jenny can be your freak
But my bank account stay 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
Can't mess 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 solo
I'm on the low

I be, lower than low
Light 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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