Luyện nghe bài hát Creepin' (solo)

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 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

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

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

I'm
Thinking everybody wanna take my
Can't my money out my account
'Cause my bank teller get motion
and forth, b-back and forth
From in the streets or right in court

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

If you like it then peace out
around and I see doubt
I been known to get to the
Like barrack is on dial
Yeah it's all me now

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

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

(Top)
I'd rather be
'Cause the closest to ya
The ones who guna do ya
Backstabbing me for a
I promise that I will no sleep
jenny crank can be your freak
But my bank account stay obese

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

Say really 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 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 be, creeping lower low
Light another I'm smoking the dro
Choking, looking, provoke him
And a will get popped and I'll open the do
Lungs full of smoke that means than slow

Feel like I'm 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 doe

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

Pull tram
Light another
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
Leave em
45 tucked in the side
Open your
See me

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

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

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 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