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 to you hate
So I be rollin'
I'm creepin' on the
Creepin' on the
on the low-low
I be rollin', I be solo
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 no cosigner
I be bragging I'm the best
Like X is my ghost rider
your mind slumdog Chamillionaire
But I couldn't accept the
I ain't never been a actor,
wouldn't let me in the spot my chopper
they think 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 is about to be my new third language
Get up off of my ickday cuz I'm legendary, I've been
Hispanics like adios and the Japanese is like
Africans is gonna see your Darpo I be here you gone tomorra
be back that's termination
Extermination you exist
I'll show I'm it and you I'm pissed
Tick tick boom and you got a in your head
If you knew my past and you knew my
I'm stacked that you never diss
The back and venom black
When I clack I will never miss
I can't lose I do
You coming too so em this
I put on my hollow tip
I put it in a and then blow a kiss

[The Game 2]
Trapper turned rapper then damn
who the fuck you it is
up in the benz
Totin two
in the wind
24 inch
From the west side west side him
East I'm stumblin in timbs
Down south a chrome mouth
sippin on sizzurp with a mouth
In T-E-X I'm a asshole, renagade like
Any it's all good fuckin with my cash flow
Desert eagle give a nigga he ask for
Solo, nigga gotta dolo
Burst under the red and black bolo
up fill your cup
Been a boy since jigga what
Chamilitary and the Shooter
Tires burning rubber til bald like buda
Platinum plaque back to
Nigga got a nigga never go soft
fall off never not be rich
Blacked out Benz with the stitch
clutchin they lovin
The way that we
I'm on my grind
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 I'll the do'
full of smoke
Got me slower slow
like I'm trapped and there's nowhere to go
So I, just pull out the (blah)
Leave a fuckin' in the flo'
Luda! I'm so dope wit' the
fulla speakers, pocket fulla dubs
How wood could a wood chuck chuck
If a wood could chuck wood?
grippin' on the wheel
Turn it, it
Blow stack
I earned it, it
Blow amp
Pull tramp
another blunt
Burn it, it
Flame it up, my flow, I changed it up
Everybody grab your and hold 'em, load '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
your eyes, see me cruisin'
'Cuz I winning and these boys keep losing
I'm, the pimp of the year
Playas is and hoes is choosing
Look at all the you losing
look at all the game I got
And you can catch me creepin' on the
ridin' solo, beatin' the block!