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'
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

Mo' money yeah mo'
What biggy said it like it true
Used to be my
But now I'm so they tryna sue
My garage got
My look 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 trusting my counter
And that's the I count again
You saw the
(Yeah)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(Top)
I'd be alone
'Cause the people to ya
The who guna do ya wrong
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 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 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 rollin'
I'm on the low

I be, lower 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 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 fulla speakers, fulla [unverified]

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

Pull tram
Light blunt
it burn it
it up
Hear my flow, I it up
grab 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
em defenseless
45 always in the side
Open your
See me

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

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, the block

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
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 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