Luyện nghe bài hát Creepin' (solo)

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

Middle finger up for the
Hope the hater here you
Super cool, real cool
You can feel you gotta friend
But I ain't my money counter
And that's the I count again
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 or right back in court

Candy car built a tank
And my crib like a fort
go to war, I ain't George 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 can't you, no no
All up in my bigness
I on the low low

Say they 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 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 ain't hangin' none of ya'll
Outcast [unverified]
Win the grammy
the family
And all of you gon out

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

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

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

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

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

Say they really really
Can't with 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 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
another blunt I'm smoking the dro
Choking, looking, provoke him
And a will get popped and I'll open the do
Lungs full of smoke means slower than slow

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

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

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

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 always in the side
your eyes
See me

'Cause I winning
And these keep losing
Plus I'm, the pimp of the
Playas is 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
Luda ridin' solo, 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 really
Can't mess 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