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, fake
Can't mess you no mo'
people to you hate
So I be solo
I'm creepin' on the
Creepin' on the
Creepin on the
I be rollin', I be rollin'
I'm on the low
on the low-low
Creepin' on the
I be rollin', I be rollin'
I'm on the low

verse 1]
I in the game with a bang
And I did it all with no
I be like I'm the best
Like Professor X is my rider
your mind slumdog Chamillionaire
But I couldn't the oscar
I ain't never a actor, pussy
let me in the spot with my chopper
they they 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 to be my new third language
Get up off of my cuz I'm legendary, I've been famous
Hispanics like and the Japanese is like sayonara
Africans is gonna see your I be here when you gone tomorra
I'll be that's termination
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 past and you my cash
I'm stacked that you never diss
The villian's and venom black
When I click clack I never miss
I can't lose I do
You coming too so tell em
I put lipstick on my tip
I put it in a clip and blow a kiss

[The Game 2]
Trapper turned rapper dapper damn
who the fuck you it is
up in the benz
Totin two
in the wind
24 rims
the west side west side it's him
East side I'm stumblin in
south keep a chrome mouth
sippin on sizzurp a chrome mouth
In T-E-X I'm a asshole, renagade castro
Any it's all good fuckin with my cash flow
eagle give a nigga what he ask for
Solo, nigga gotta ride
Burst taped under the red and black
Liquored up your cup
Been a paper boy since jigga
Chamilitary and the Shooter
Tires rubber til they bald like buda
plaque back to back
Nigga got a nigga never go soft
fall off never not be rich
Blacked out Benz with the stitch
clutchin 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', provoke him
The trunk'll get popped and I'll 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)
a fuckin' hole in the flo'
Luda! I'm so dope the flow
Trunk speakers, pocket fulla dubs
How much could a wood chuck chuck
If a wood chuck chuck wood?
grippin' on the wheel
Turn it, it
Blow stack
I earned it, it
another amp
Pull another
Light another
it, burn it
Flame it up, my flow, I changed it up
Everybody 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
'em defenseless
.45 always tucked in the
Open your eyes, see me
'Cuz I keep winning and these boys keep
Plus I'm, the pimp of the
Playas is and hoes is choosing
Look at all the hoes you
Then look at all the I got
And you can catch me on the low-low
ridin' solo, beatin' the block!