Luyện nghe bài hát Creepin' (solo)

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

Say really 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 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

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

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

I'm
Thinking everybody take my riches
take my money out my account
'Cause my bank teller get motion
Back and forth, and forth
From in the streets or right back in

Candy car built 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 trusting my weapon either
And that's the 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 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 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
the family
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 is on speed dial
Yeah all about me now

Don't want ya and don't ya
You don't grind and get to the
And you ain't hungry I won't ya
I ain't hangin' with no

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

(Top)
I'd rather be
'Cause the closest to ya
The who guna do ya wrong
Backstabbing me for a
I promise that I will lose no
Cause jenny crank can be your
But my bank account gone obese

In the streets I'm peepin'
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 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

I be, lower than low
another blunt I'm smoking the dro
Choking, looking, provoke him
And a drunk get popped and I'll open the do
Lungs full of that means slower than slow

like I'm trapped and there's nowhere to go
So I, just out the bazooka
(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 chuck could chuck wood
on the wheel
Turn it it
Blow stack
I it earned it
Blow amp

Pull tram
Light blunt
it burn it
it up
Hear my flow, I it up
Everybody grab your

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 tucked in the side
Open your
See me

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

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

Say they really really
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