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 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

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

Middle finger up for the
Hope the here isn't you
Super cool, that's cool
You can like 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 motion
and forth, b-back and forth
From in the or right back in court

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

In the I'm peepin' 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'
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 rollin'
I'm on the low

I ain't hangin' with of ya'll
Outcast [unverified]
Win the grammy
the family
And all of you gon out

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

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

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

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

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
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 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 get popped and I'll open the do
Lungs full of smoke means slower than slow

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

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

Pull tram
Light blunt
it burn it
it up
Hear my flow, I it up
Everybody grab 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 tucked in the
Open your
See me

I keep winning
And boys keep losing
I'm, the pimp of the year
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
ridin' solo, beatin' 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
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