Luyện nghe bài hát Creepin' Solo (Remix)

[Chamillionaire
In the streets, I'm game
I can't you, no no
All up in my business,
I on the low-low
Say really, really fake
Can't mess you no mo'
Closest to you hate
So I be solo
I'm on the low-low
on the low-low
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 solo
I'm on the low

[Chamillionaire 1]
I came in the with a bang
And I did it all no cosigner
I be like I'm the best
Professor X is my ghost rider
Read your mind Chamillionaire
But I couldn't 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 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 your Darpo I be here when you 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 hole in your
If you my past and you knew my cash
I'm better stacked you never diss
The villian's back and black
I click 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 clip and then blow a

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

[Ludacris 3]
I be, creeping lower low
Light blunt, I'm smoking the dro
Chokin', lokin', provoke him
The trunk'll get popped and open the do'
Lungs full of
Got me than slow
like I'm trapped and there's nowhere to go
So I, just pull out the (blah)
Leave a hole in the flo'
Luda! I'm so dope wit' the
Trunk fulla speakers, pocket fulla
How much could a wood chuck chuck
If a wood chuck could chuck
Grain grippin' on the
it, turn it
Blow another
I it, earned it
another amp
Pull tramp
Light blunt
Burn it, it
Flame it up, hear my flow, I it up
Everybody your gats and hold 'em, load '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 boys keep losing
Plus I'm, the of the year
is hatin' and hoes is choosing
Look at all the hoes you
Then at all the game I got
And you can catch me on the low-low
ridin' solo, beatin' the block!