Luyện nghe bài hát Creepin' (solo)

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 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

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

finger up for the haters
Hope the here isn't you
Super cool, real cool
You can feel like you gotta
But I trusting my money counter
And the reason I count again
You saw the
(Yeah)

I'm
Thinking everybody wanna 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

car built like a tank
And my built like a fort
go to war, I ain't George bush
I ya'll I'm gone be prepared
I ain't trusting my weapon either
And the reason I keep a spare

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

Say really really fake
Can't mess 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

I ain't hangin' with of ya'll
like [unverified]
Win the thing
Guard the
And all of you gon out

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

want ya and don't need ya
You grind and get to the money
And you hungry 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 stole
If lonely at the top

(Top)
I'd be alone
the closest people to ya
The ones who guna do ya
me for a broad
I that I will lose no sleep
Cause jenny 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 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
another blunt I'm smoking the dro
Choking, looking, provoke him
And a drunk will get and I'll open the do
Lungs full of smoke that 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
Blow stack
I earned it it
Blow amp

Pull tram
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 off in the ride

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

'Cause I winning
And boys keep 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
Luda solo, beatin' the block

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 fake
mess 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 rollin'
I'm on the low