Luyện nghe bài hát Creepin'

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 with you no mo'
Closest people to you
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
to be my homeboy
But now I'm payed so tryna sue
My garage got
My look like a zoo

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

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

Candy car like a tank
And my built 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 weapon
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 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 solo
I'm on the low

I hangin' with none of ya'll
Outcast like
Win the thing
Guard the
And all of you gon out

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

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

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

(Top)
I'd be alone
the closest 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 stay obese

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 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 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, creeping lower low
Light another blunt I'm the dro
Choking, looking, provoke him
And a drunk will get popped and open the do
Lungs full of that means slower than slow

Feel like I'm and there's nowhere 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, pocket fulla

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

Pull tram
Light another
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 off in the ride

26
em defenseless
45 always in the side
Open eyes
See me

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

at all the hos you losing
Then look at all the 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 bigness
I on the low low

Say really 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