Luyện nghe bài hát Creepin' (solo)

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
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 said it like it true
Used to be my
But now I'm payed so 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 like you gotta friend
But I ain't trusting my counter
And that's the reason I count
You saw the
(Yeah)

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

car built like a tank
And my built like a fort
Let's go to war, I George bush
I ya'll I'm gone be prepared
I ain't trusting my weapon either
And that's the reason I 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 rollin'
I'm on the low

I ain't hangin' none of ya'll
like [unverified]
Win the thing
the family
And all of you gon out

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

Don't want ya and need ya
You don't and get to the money
And you hungry I won't feed ya
I hangin' with no hater

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 ones who guna do ya
me for a broad
I promise I will lose no sleep
jenny crank can be your freak
But my bank account gone obese

In the streets I'm game
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 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

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

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

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

Pull another
Light another
Burn it it
it up
Hear my flow, I it up
Everybody grab your

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 eyes
See me

'Cause I keep
And boys keep losing
Plus I'm, the pimp of the
is hatin' and hos is choosing

Look at all the hos you
look at all the game I got
And you can me creepin' on the low low
ridin' solo, beatin' the block

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

Say really really fake
Can't mess you no mo'
Closest 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 solo
I'm on the low