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 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

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

Middle finger up for the
Hope the hater here you
Super cool, that's real
You can feel like you gotta
But I trusting my money counter
And that's the I count again
You saw the
(Yeah)

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

Candy car built like a
And my crib built a fort
Let's go to war, I ain't bush
I promise ya'll I'm be prepared
I ain't 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 bigness
I on the low low

Say really 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 hangin' with none of ya'll
like [unverified]
Win the grammy
Guard the
And all of you gon out

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

Don't want ya and need ya
You don't grind and get to the
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 my credit like stole visa
If lonely at the top

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

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 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 lower low
another blunt I'm smoking the dro
Choking, looking, never him
And a drunk will get and I'll open the do
Lungs full of smoke that means slower slow

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

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

Pull tram
another blunt
Burn it it
it up
Hear my flow, I it up
Everybody your gats

And hold em, load, 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 tucked in the
your eyes
See me

I keep winning
And these boys keep
Plus I'm, the pimp of the
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, 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 really
Can't 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