Luyện nghe bài hát Creepin' (solo)

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 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

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

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

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

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

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
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 solo
I'm on the low

I ain't with none of ya'll
Outcast [unverified]
Win the grammy
Guard the
And all of you gon out

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

Don't want ya and don't ya
You don't grind and get to the
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 visa
If lonely at the top

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

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
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 be, creeping than low
Light blunt 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 like I'm trapped and there's to go
So I, pull out the bazooka
(Blah)
Put a fuckin' in the flo'
Luda, I'm so wid the flow
Trunk fulla speakers, fulla doe

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

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

And em, load, sock em
Lock em, em
And aim it up
it up
Off in the sky
Catch me rollin' off in the

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Leave em
45 tucked in the side
Open eyes
See me

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

Look at all the hos you
Then at all the game I got
And you can me creepin' on the low low
Luda ridin' solo, beatin' the

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
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 solo
I'm on the low