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 on the low-low
Say they really, really
Can't wit' you no mo'
Closest people to you
So I be rollin'
I'm creepin' on the
Creepin' on the
Creepin on the
I be rollin', I be rollin'
I'm on the low
Creepin' on the
Creepin' on the
I be rollin', I be rollin'
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
Like X is my ghost rider
Read mind slumdog Chamillionaire
But I accept the oscar
I ain't never been a actor,
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 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 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 termination
you don't 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 that you diss
The villian's back and black
I click clack I will never miss
I can't lose I do
You too so tell em this
I put on my hollow tip
I put it in a and then blow a kiss

[The verse 2]
Trapper turned rapper dapper damn
who the fuck you it is
Ridin up in the
Totin two
Racktop in the
24 inch
From the west side west it's him
East side I'm stumblin in
Down south a chrome mouth
sippin on sizzurp with a mouth
In T-E-X I'm a asshole, like castro
Any hood it's all 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 fill cup
a paper boy since jigga what
Luda and the Shooter
burning rubber til they bald like buda
Platinum plaque to back
Nigga got a ball nigga never go
Never fall off not be rich
out Benz with the baseball stitch
They clutchin lovin
The way we thuggin
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 trunk'll get popped and open the do'
Lungs of smoke
Got me slower slow
Feel like I'm trapped and nowhere to go
So I, pull out the bazooka (blah)
Leave a fuckin' hole in the
Luda! I'm so dope wit' the
Trunk fulla speakers, pocket dubs
How much wood could a wood chuck
If a wood chuck chuck wood?
Grain grippin' on the
it, turn it
Blow stack
I it, earned it
Blow amp
another tramp
Light another
it, burn it
Flame it up, my flow, I changed it up
Everybody grab your 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
26
'em defenseless
.45 tucked in the side
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 hoes you
look at all the game I got
And you can catch me on the low-low
ridin' solo, beatin' the block!