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, fake
mess wit' you no mo'
Closest to you hate
So I be rollin'
I'm creepin' on the
on the low-low
Creepin on the
I be rollin', I be solo
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 with a bang
And I did it all with no
I be bragging like I'm the
Like Professor X is my rider
Read your mind Chamillionaire
But I couldn't accept the
I ain't never a actor, pussy
let me in the spot with 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 they in the
Bi-lingual so pig latin is about to be my new language
Get up off of my cuz I'm legendary, I've been famous
Hispanics like adios and the Japanese is sayonara
Africans is gonna see your Darpo I be here you gone tomorra
I'll be back termination
Extermination you don't
I'll I'm it and you know I'm pissed
Tick tick boom and you got a hole in head
If you my past and you knew my cash
I'm better stacked that you never
The villian's back and venom
When I click I will never miss
I lose before I do
You coming too so em this
I put lipstick on my tip
I put it in a clip and then a kiss

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

[Ludacris 3]
I be, lower than low
another blunt, I'm smoking the dro
Chokin', lokin', never him
The get popped and I'll open the do'
Lungs of smoke
Got me slower slow
Feel like I'm trapped and nowhere to go
So I, just out the bazooka (blah)
a fuckin' hole in the flo'
Luda! I'm so dope wit' the
fulla speakers, pocket fulla dubs
How much wood a wood chuck chuck
If a wood chuck could chuck
Grain on the wheel
it, turn it
Blow stack
I it, earned it
Blow amp
Pull another
another blunt
Burn it, it
Flame it up, my flow, I changed it up
grab 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 rollin' off in the
26
Leave 'em
.45 tucked in the side
your eyes, see me cruisin'
'Cuz I keep winning and boys keep losing
I'm, the pimp of the year
Playas is hatin' and is choosing
at all the hoes you losing
Then look at all the I got
And you can catch me on the low-low
ridin' solo, beatin' the block!