Luyện nghe bài hát Creepin' Solo (Remix)

[Chamillionaire
In the streets, I'm peepin'
I trust you, no no
All up in my business,
I stay on the
Say they really, really
Can't wit' you no mo'
people to you hate
So I be solo
I'm creepin' on the
Creepin' on the
Creepin on the
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 came in the with a bang
And I did it all with no
I be bragging I'm the best
Like Professor X is my ghost
Read your mind Chamillionaire
But I couldn't the oscar
I never been a actor, pussy
let me in the spot with my chopper
they they run shit(backwards)the industry is backwards to me
All the is on the net
And all the nerds claim that in the streets
Bi-lingual so pig latin is about to be my new language
Get up off of my ickday cuz I'm legendary, been famous
Hispanics like adios and the Japanese is sayonara
Africans is gonna see your Darpo I be when you gone tomorra
I'll be back that's
you don't exist
I'll I'm it and you know I'm pissed
tick boom and you got a hole in your head
If you my past and you knew my cash
I'm stacked that you never diss
The villian's and venom black
When I clack I will never miss
I can't before I do
You too so tell em this
I put lipstick on my tip
I put it in a clip and then blow a

[The Game 2]
Trapper turned rapper dapper damn
who the fuck you it is
up in the benz
Totin two
Racktop in the
24 inch
From the west side side it's him
East side I'm stumblin in
Down south keep a mouth
sippin on sizzurp a chrome mouth
In I'm a asshole, renagade like castro
Any it's all good fuckin with my cash flow
Desert eagle give a what he ask for
Solo, nigga gotta dolo
Burst under the red and black bolo
Liquored up your cup
Been a boy since jigga what
Chamilitary and the Shooter
Tires burning rubber til they bald buda
Platinum plaque to back
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 on my grind
They but fuck em

[Ludacris 3]
I be, creeping lower low
another blunt, I'm smoking the dro
Chokin', lokin', provoke him
The get popped and I'll open the do'
Lungs full of
Got me than slow
Feel like I'm trapped and nowhere to go
So I, just pull out the (blah)
a fuckin' hole in the flo'
Luda! I'm so wit' the flow
Trunk fulla speakers, pocket dubs
How much wood a wood chuck chuck
If a wood could chuck wood?
Grain grippin' on the
it, turn it
Blow another
I it, earned it
another amp
Pull tramp
Light blunt
it, burn it
Flame it up, my flow, I changed it up
Everybody grab your gats and hold 'em, 'em, sock 'em, lock 'em, Cock 'em and aim it up
it up, off in the sky
Catch me off in the ride
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Leave 'em
.45 always in the side
Open eyes, see me cruisin'
'Cuz I keep winning and these boys keep
I'm, the pimp of the year
Playas is hatin' and hoes is
at all the hoes you losing
Then look at all the I got
And you can me creepin' on the low-low
Luda solo, beatin' the block!