Luyện nghe bài hát Creepin'

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

Say they really fake
Can't mess 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

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

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

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

Candy car like a tank
And my built like a fort
Let's go to war, I ain't bush
I promise ya'll I'm gone be
Cause I ain't my weapon either
And the reason 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 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 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' none of ya'll
Outcast [unverified]
Win the grammy
the family
And all of you gon out

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

Don't ya and don't need ya
You don't and get to the money
And you hungry I won't feed ya
I hangin' 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 rather be
the closest people to ya
The ones who do ya wrong
me for a broad
I promise that I lose no sleep
Cause jenny crank can be your
But my bank account gone 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 fake
Can't 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

I be, creeping than 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 that means slower than slow

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

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

Pull tram
Light blunt
it burn it
it up
Hear my flow, I it up
Everybody grab gats

And hold em, load, em
em, cock em
And aim it up
it up
Off in the sky
Catch me off in the ride

26
em defenseless
45 always tucked in the
Open your
See me

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

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

In the streets I'm peepin'
I trust you, no no
All up in my bigness
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 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