Luyện nghe bài hát Creepin'

In the I'm peepin' game
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 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

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

finger up for the haters
Hope the hater isn't you
Super cool, that's cool
You can feel you gotta friend
But I trusting my money counter
And that's the I count again
You saw the
(Yeah)

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

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

In the streets I'm game
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'
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 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

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

If you don't it then peace out
Look and I see doubt
I been to get to the presidents
Like barrack is on dial
Yeah 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' no hater

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

(Top)
I'd rather be
'Cause the people to ya
The ones who do ya wrong
me for a broad
I promise that I will no sleep
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 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 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 slower than

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

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

Pull tram
Light another
it burn it
it up
Hear my flow, I it up
grab your gats

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

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

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

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

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
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 solo
I'm on the low