Luyện nghe bài hát Creepin'

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

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

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

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

Candy car built like a
And my built 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 the reason I keep a spare

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
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 around and I see
I been known to get to the
barrack is on speed dial
Yeah it's all me now

want ya and don't need 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 it's 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 I will lose no sleep
jenny crank can be your freak
But my bank account gone 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 fake
Can't mess 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

I be, creeping than low
Light another I'm smoking the dro
Choking, looking, never him
And a drunk will get and I'll open the do
Lungs full of smoke that means slower than

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

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

Pull tram
Light another
it burn 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 tucked in the side
your eyes
See me

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

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

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

Say they really fake
Can't mess 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 solo
I'm on the low