Luyện nghe bài hát Creepin'

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 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

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

Middle up for the haters
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 again
You saw the
(Yeah)

I'm
everybody wanna take my riches
Can't take my 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 like a
And my crib like a fort
Let's go to war, I George bush
I promise I'm gone be prepared
Cause I ain't trusting my weapon
And that's the I keep a spare

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

Say they really fake
mess 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 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 ain't hangin' with none of
Outcast like
Win the thing
Guard the
And all of you gon out

If you don't like it then 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 don't ya
You grind 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 take my like stole visa
If it's at the top

(Top)
I'd be alone
the closest people to ya
The who guna do ya wrong
Backstabbing me for a
I promise that I will lose no
Cause jenny can be your freak
But my bank gone stay obese

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

Say they really fake
mess 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

I be, lower than low
Light blunt 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 than slow

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

Pull another
Light another
Burn it it
it up
Hear my flow, I it up
Everybody grab your

And em, load, sock 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
your 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
Then look at all the I got
And you can catch me on the low low
ridin' 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 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 solo
I'm on the low