Luyện nghe bài hát Creepin' Solo (Remix)

[Chamillionaire
In the streets, I'm peepin'
I can't you, no no
All up in my business,
I on the low-low
Say they really, fake
mess wit' you no mo'
Closest people to you
So I be rollin'
I'm on the low-low
Creepin' on the
on the low-low
I be rollin', I be rollin'
I'm on the low
on the low-low
Creepin' on the
I be rollin', I be rollin'
I'm on the low

[Chamillionaire 1]
I in the game with a bang
And I did it all no cosigner
I be like I'm the best
Like Professor X is my ghost
Read your mind slumdog
But I couldn't the oscar
I ain't been a actor, pussy
wouldn't let me in the spot with my
they think they run shit(backwards)the industry is to me
All the is on the net
And all the nerds claim that they in the
Bi-lingual so pig latin is to be my new third language
Get up off of my cuz I'm legendary, I've been famous
Hispanics like and the Japanese is like sayonara
Africans is gonna see Darpo I be here when you gone tomorra
I'll be back that's
Extermination you exist
I'll I'm it and you know I'm pissed
Tick tick boom and you got a hole in head
If you knew my and you knew my cash
I'm better stacked that you diss
The villian's and venom black
When I clack I will never miss
I can't lose I do
You too so tell em this
I put lipstick on my tip
I put it in a clip and then a kiss

[The Game 2]
Trapper rapper dapper then damn
who the fuck you it is
Ridin up in the
two twins
Racktop in the
24 inch
From the west side side it's him
East I'm stumblin in timbs
Down south keep a chrome
sippin on sizzurp with a mouth
In T-E-X I'm a asshole, renagade castro
Any hood it's all fuckin with my cash flow
Desert give a nigga what he ask for
Solo, nigga gotta ride
Burst taped under the red and black
Liquored up fill cup
Been a paper boy since jigga
Chamilitary and the Shooter
Tires burning rubber til they bald like
Platinum plaque back to
Nigga got a ball never go soft
fall off never not be rich
Blacked out Benz with the baseball
They clutchin lovin
The way that we
I'm back on my
They hatin but em

[Ludacris 3]
I be, creeping than low
Light blunt, I'm smoking the dro
Chokin', lokin', provoke him
The trunk'll get popped and open the do'
full of smoke
Got me slower than
Feel I'm trapped and there's nowhere to go
So I, just pull out the (blah)
a fuckin' hole in the flo'
Luda! I'm so dope the flow
Trunk fulla speakers, pocket fulla
How much wood could a wood chuck
If a wood could chuck wood?
Grain on the wheel
Turn it, it
Blow another
I it, earned it
Blow amp
Pull another
another blunt
Burn it, it
Flame it up, hear my flow, I it up
Everybody grab your gats and hold 'em, load 'em, 'em, lock 'em, Cock 'em and aim it up
it up, off in the sky
Catch me off in the ride
26
Leave 'em
.45 tucked in the side
Open eyes, see me cruisin'
'Cuz I keep winning and these boys keep
Plus I'm, the pimp of the
is hatin' and hoes is choosing
Look at all the you losing
Then at all the game I got
And you can catch me on the low-low
Luda solo, beatin' the block!