Luyện nghe bài hát Creepin' (solo)

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
mess 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

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

I'm
Thinking wanna take my riches
take my money out my account
'Cause my bank teller get sickness
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 promise ya'll I'm gone be
I ain't trusting my weapon either
And that's the I keep a spare

In the streets I'm game
I can't 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 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

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

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

Don't want ya and need ya
You don't and get to the money
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 it's at the top

(Top)
I'd be alone
'Cause the closest to ya
The ones who do ya wrong
Backstabbing me for a
I promise I will lose no sleep
Cause crank can be your freak
But my bank account gone stay

In the streets I'm peepin'
I can't you, no no
All up in my bigness
I on the low low

Say they really fake
mess 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 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, lower than low
Light blunt I'm smoking the dro
Choking, looking, never him
And a drunk will get popped and I'll the do
full of smoke that means slower than slow

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

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

another tram
Light blunt
Burn it it
it up
Hear my flow, I it up
Everybody grab gats

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

26
em defenseless
45 always in the side
Open eyes
See me

I keep winning
And these boys losing
I'm, the pimp of the year
Playas is and hos is choosing

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 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 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