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 on the low-low
Say really, really fake
Can't mess you no mo'
people to you hate
So I be solo
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 in the game with a bang
And I did it all no cosigner
I be like I'm the best
Like Professor X is my ghost
Read your mind Chamillionaire
But I accept the oscar
I ain't never been a actor,
wouldn't let me in the with my chopper
they they run shit(backwards)the industry is backwards to me
All the is on the net
And all the nerds that they 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
is gonna see your Darpo I be here 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 tick and you got a hole in your head
If you knew my and you knew my cash
I'm stacked that you never diss
The back and venom black
When I click clack I never miss
I can't lose 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]
Trapper turned dapper then damn
who the you think it is
Ridin up in the
Totin two
Racktop in the
24 inch
From the west west side it's him
side I'm stumblin in timbs
Down keep a chrome mouth
sippin on sizzurp with a chrome
In T-E-X I'm a asshole, renagade like
Any hood it's all good fuckin my cash flow
Desert eagle a nigga what he ask for
Solo, gotta ride dolo
Burst taped under the red and black
Liquored up your cup
Been a paper boy since jigga
Luda and the Shooter
Tires burning rubber til they bald buda
Platinum back to back
Nigga got a ball never go soft
fall off never not be rich
Blacked out Benz 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
another blunt, I'm smoking the dro
Chokin', lokin', never him
The get popped and I'll open the do'
Lungs full of
Got me than slow
Feel like I'm and there's nowhere to go
So I, pull out the bazooka (blah)
Leave a fuckin' in the flo'
Luda! I'm so dope the flow
fulla speakers, pocket fulla dubs
How much wood could a wood chuck
If a wood chuck chuck wood?
Grain on the wheel
Turn it, it
another stack
I earned it, it
another amp
Pull another
another blunt
Burn it, it
Flame it up, my flow, I changed it up
Everybody grab your gats and hold 'em, load 'em, sock 'em, lock 'em, '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 these boys keep
I'm, the pimp of the year
Playas is hatin' and hoes is
at all the hoes you losing
Then at all the game I got
And you can catch me creepin' on the
ridin' solo, beatin' the block!