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
Can't mess you no mo'
people to you hate
So I be rollin'
I'm on the low-low
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 rollin'
I'm on the low

[Chamillionaire 1]
I came in the game a bang
And I did it all with no
I be like I'm the best
Professor X is my ghost rider
Read your slumdog Chamillionaire
But I couldn't the oscar
I never been a actor, pussy
let me in the spot with my chopper
they think they run shit(backwards)the is backwards to me
All the is on the net
And all the claim that they in the streets
Bi-lingual so pig latin is about to be my new third
Get up off of my ickday cuz I'm legendary, I've been
Hispanics like adios and the Japanese is sayonara
Africans is gonna see your Darpo I be here when you tomorra
I'll be back that's
Extermination you exist
I'll show I'm it and you I'm pissed
Tick boom and you got a hole in your head
If you knew my and you knew my cash
I'm better stacked that you diss
The villian's and venom black
When I click I will never miss
I lose before I do
You coming too so tell em
I put lipstick on my 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
up in the benz
Totin two
in the wind
24 rims
From the west side west it's him
side I'm stumblin in timbs
Down keep a chrome mouth
sippin on sizzurp with a mouth
In T-E-X I'm a asshole, renagade castro
Any hood it's all good with my cash flow
Desert eagle a nigga what he ask for
Solo, nigga gotta dolo
Burst taped under the red and black
Liquored up your cup
Been a paper boy since what
Chamilitary and the Shooter
Tires burning rubber til they bald buda
Platinum plaque back to
Nigga got a ball never go soft
Never fall off not be rich
Blacked out Benz with the stitch
They clutchin lovin
The way that we
I'm back on my
They hatin but em

[Ludacris 3]
I be, creeping than low
another 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
Feel like I'm trapped and nowhere to go
So I, just pull out the (blah)
Leave a hole in the flo'
Luda! I'm so dope the flow
Trunk fulla speakers, fulla dubs
How wood could a wood chuck chuck
If a wood chuck could chuck
Grain grippin' on the
it, turn it
Blow stack
I earned it, it
another amp
Pull tramp
another blunt
Burn it, it
it up, hear 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 tucked in the
Open eyes, see me cruisin'
'Cuz I keep winning and these boys keep
Plus I'm, the of the year
Playas is hatin' and hoes is
Look at all the hoes you
Then look at all the I got
And you can catch me creepin' on the
ridin' solo, beatin' the block!