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

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

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

car built 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 trusting my either
And that's the reason I keep a

In the I'm peepin' game
I trust 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 solo
I'm on the low

I ain't hangin' with none of
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Win the grammy
Guard the
And all of you gon out

If you like it then peace out
around and I see doubt
I been to get to the presidents
barrack is on speed dial
Yeah all about me now

Don't want ya and need ya
You grind and get to the money
And you ain't 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 it's at the top

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

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
Can't mess 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 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
another blunt I'm smoking the dro
Choking, looking, never him
And a drunk will get popped and I'll the do
Lungs full of smoke that 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 fulla speakers, fulla doe

How would a wood chuck chuck
If a wood chuck could chuck
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 your 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

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Leave em
45 always in the side
Open eyes
See me

'Cause I winning
And these boys 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, the block

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 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