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 on the low-low
Say they really, really
mess wit' you no mo'
Closest to you hate
So I be rollin'
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 came in the game with a
And I did it all no cosigner
I be like I'm the best
Professor X is my ghost rider
Read your slumdog Chamillionaire
But I accept the oscar
I ain't never a actor, pussy
let me in the spot with my chopper
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 ickday cuz I'm legendary, I've been
Hispanics like adios and the is like sayonara
Africans is gonna see your Darpo I be here you gone tomorra
I'll be back termination
you don't exist
I'll show I'm it and you I'm pissed
Tick tick boom and you got a hole in your
If you knew my and you knew my cash
I'm better stacked you never diss
The villian's back and venom
When I click clack I never miss
I can't lose I do
You too so tell em this
I put on my hollow tip
I put it in a clip and then blow a

[The verse 2]
Trapper rapper dapper then damn
who the fuck you it is
Ridin up in the
Totin two
in the wind
24 rims
From the west side side it's him
East I'm stumblin in timbs
Down south keep a mouth
on sizzurp with a chrome mouth
In T-E-X I'm a asshole, like castro
Any hood it's all good fuckin with my 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 what
Luda Chamilitary and the
burning rubber til they bald like buda
Platinum back to back
got a ball nigga never go soft
Never fall off never not be
Blacked out with the baseball stitch
They they lovin
The way that we
I'm back on my
They but fuck em

[Ludacris 3]
I be, lower 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 slow
Feel like I'm trapped and there's to go
So I, pull out the bazooka (blah)
a fuckin' hole in the flo'
Luda! I'm so dope wit' the
Trunk fulla speakers, pocket fulla
How much wood could a wood chuck
If a wood chuck could chuck
Grain grippin' on the
it, turn it
Blow stack
I it, earned it
another amp
Pull another
Light another
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 rollin' off in the
26
'em defenseless
.45 always in the side
Open eyes, see me cruisin'
'Cuz I keep and these boys keep losing
Plus I'm, the pimp of the
Playas is and hoes is choosing
Look at all the hoes you
look at all the game I got
And you can me creepin' on the low-low
Luda ridin' solo, the block!