Luyện nghe bài hát Creepin' (solo)

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

Middle up for the haters
Hope the here isn't you
Super cool, that's real
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 everybody take my riches
Can't take my out my account
'Cause my teller get motion sickness
Back and forth, and forth
in the streets or right back in court

Candy car built like a
And my built like a fort
Let's go to war, I ain't George
I promise I'm gone be prepared
I ain't trusting my weapon either
And that's the reason I a spare

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

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

If you don't it then peace out
Look and I see doubt
I known to get to the presidents
Like barrack is on speed
Yeah it's all 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 knew it big and say they did
And tryna my credit like stole visa
If it's 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 will lose no
Cause jenny crank can be your
But my bank account stay obese

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

Say really really fake
mess with you no mo'
Closest people to you
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 than low
Light blunt I'm smoking the dro
Choking, looking, provoke him
And a drunk get popped and I'll open the do
Lungs full of smoke that slower than slow

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

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

Pull another
Light another
it burn it
it up
Hear my flow, I it up
grab your 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
Leave em
45 tucked in the side
Open eyes
See me

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

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
Can't 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 solo
I'm on the low