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 really
Can't 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 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 payed so they sue
My got jaguars
My look like a zoo

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

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

Candy car like a tank
And my crib like a fort
Let's go to war, I George bush
I promise I'm gone be prepared
Cause I trusting my weapon either
And that's the reason I keep a

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 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 solo
I'm on the low

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

If you don't like it then out
Look and I see doubt
I known to get to the presidents
Like barrack is on speed
it's 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 ain't hangin' no hater

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

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

In the I'm peepin' 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 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 be, creeping than low
Light blunt I'm smoking the dro
Choking, looking, never him
And a will get popped and I'll open the do
Lungs of smoke that means slower 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 fulla speakers, pocket doe

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

Pull tram
Light another
it burn it
it up
Hear my flow, I it up
Everybody your gats

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

26
em defenseless
45 tucked in the side
Open your
See me

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

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

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'
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 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