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 they really, fake
Can't mess you no mo'
Closest people to you
So I be rollin'
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 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 slumdog
But I couldn't the oscar
I ain't never a actor, pussy
wouldn't let me in the 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 been
Hispanics like and the Japanese is like sayonara
Africans is gonna see Darpo I be here when you gone tomorra
I'll be back that's
Extermination you don't
I'll I'm it and you know I'm pissed
Tick tick boom and you got a in your head
If you my past and you knew my cash
I'm stacked that you never diss
The villian's back and venom
When I click clack I will never
I lose before 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 dapper then damn
who the you think it is
up in the benz
Totin two
Racktop in the
24 inch
From the side west side it's him
East I'm stumblin in timbs
Down south a chrome mouth
sippin on sizzurp a chrome mouth
In I'm a asshole, renagade like castro
Any hood it's all good fuckin my cash flow
Desert eagle give a what he ask for
Solo, nigga gotta ride
Burst taped under the red and black
Liquored up fill cup
a paper boy since jigga what
Luda and the Shooter
Tires burning rubber til bald like buda
Platinum plaque to back
Nigga got a ball nigga go soft
Never fall off never not be
Blacked out Benz with the baseball
clutchin they lovin
The way we thuggin
I'm back on my
hatin but fuck em

[Ludacris 3]
I be, creeping than low
another blunt, I'm smoking the dro
Chokin', lokin', never him
The trunk'll get popped and I'll the do'
Lungs full of
Got me than 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
Trunk fulla speakers, fulla dubs
How much wood could a wood chuck
If a chuck could chuck wood?
Grain grippin' on the
Turn it, it
another stack
I earned it, it
another amp
Pull tramp
Light blunt
it, burn it
Flame it up, hear my flow, I it up
Everybody grab your gats and '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 tucked in the
your eyes, see me cruisin'
'Cuz I keep winning and these boys keep
Plus I'm, the of the year
is hatin' and hoes is choosing
Look at all the you losing
Then look at all the I got
And you can catch me on the low-low
Luda solo, beatin' the block!