Luyện nghe bài hát Creepin' (solo)

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

Middle up for the haters
Hope the hater here you
cool, that's real cool
You can feel like you gotta
But I ain't trusting my money
And the reason I count again
You saw the
(Yeah)

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

Candy car like a tank
And my crib like a fort
Let's go to war, I ain't bush
I ya'll I'm gone be prepared
I ain't trusting my weapon either
And that's the I keep a spare

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 mess you no mo'
people 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 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

I ain't hangin' 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
Look and I see doubt
I been known to get to the
Like is on speed dial
it's all about me now

Don't ya and don't 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 they say did
And take my credit like stole visa
If lonely at the top

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

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

like I'm trapped and there's nowhere to go
So I, just pull out the
(Blah)
Put a fuckin' hole in the
Luda, I'm so wid the flow
Trunk speakers, pocket fulla doe

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

Pull tram
Light another
Burn it it
it up
Hear my flow, I it up
Everybody grab 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
Leave em
45 tucked in the side
Open your
See me

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

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

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 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