Luyện nghe bài hát Creepin' Solo (Remix)

[Chamillionaire
In the streets, I'm game
I trust you, no no
All up in my business,
I stay on the
Say they really, really
Can't mess you no mo'
people to you hate
So I be solo
I'm creepin' on the
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 solo
I'm on the low

verse 1]
I in the game with a bang
And I did it all with no
I be like I'm the best
Like Professor X is my rider
Read mind slumdog Chamillionaire
But I accept the oscar
I ain't never been a actor,
wouldn't let me in the spot my chopper
think they run shit(backwards)the industry is backwards to me
All the is on the net
And all the nerds that they in the streets
Bi-lingual so pig latin is to be my new third language
Get up off of my ickday cuz I'm legendary, I've famous
Hispanics adios and the Japanese is like sayonara
Africans is gonna see Darpo I be here when you gone tomorra
be back that's termination
Extermination you don't
I'll show I'm it and you know I'm
Tick tick and you got a hole in your head
If you my past and you knew my cash
I'm better stacked you never diss
The villian's back and black
When I click I will never miss
I lose before I do
You coming too so tell em
I put on my hollow tip
I put it in a and then blow a kiss

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

[Ludacris 3]
I be, lower than low
Light another blunt, I'm the dro
Chokin', lokin', provoke him
The get popped and I'll open the do'
full of smoke
Got me slower slow
Feel like I'm trapped and there's to go
So I, pull out the bazooka (blah)
Leave a fuckin' hole in the
Luda! I'm so dope the flow
Trunk speakers, pocket fulla dubs
How much wood could a wood chuck
If a chuck could chuck wood?
grippin' on the wheel
Turn it, it
Blow stack
I it, earned it
another amp
Pull another
Light another
it, burn it
Flame it up, hear my flow, I it up
Everybody grab your gats and hold 'em, load 'em, sock 'em, lock 'em, '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 eyes, see me cruisin'
'Cuz I keep winning and these boys losing
I'm, the pimp of the year
Playas is and hoes is choosing
at all the hoes you losing
Then look at all the I got
And you can me creepin' on the low-low
Luda ridin' solo, the block!