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 stay on the
Say really, really fake
Can't mess you no mo'
Closest people to you
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

[Chamillionaire 1]
I came in the with a bang
And I did it all with no
I be bragging I'm the best
Like Professor X is my rider
Read your slumdog Chamillionaire
But I accept the oscar
I never been a actor, pussy
wouldn't let me in the spot my chopper
they think 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 third
Get up off of my ickday cuz I'm legendary, I've been
like adios and the Japanese is like sayonara
Africans is gonna see your I be here when you gone tomorra
I'll be that's termination
Extermination you exist
show I'm it and you know I'm pissed
Tick boom and you got a hole in your head
If you knew my past and you knew my
I'm better stacked 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 tell em
I put lipstick on my tip
I put it in a clip and then blow a

[The Game 2]
Trapper turned dapper then damn
who the fuck you it is
up in the benz
Totin two
in the wind
24 rims
From the side west side it's him
side I'm stumblin in timbs
Down south keep a mouth
sippin on sizzurp with a mouth
In I'm a asshole, renagade like castro
Any hood it's all good fuckin with my flow
eagle give a nigga what he ask for
Solo, nigga gotta dolo
Burst taped under the red and black
Liquored up your cup
a paper boy since jigga what
Luda and the Shooter
Tires burning rubber til bald like buda
Platinum plaque back to
Nigga got a nigga never go soft
Never fall off never not be
Blacked out with the baseball stitch
They clutchin they
The way we thuggin
I'm back on my
They hatin but em

[Ludacris 3]
I be, lower than low
Light blunt, I'm smoking the dro
Chokin', lokin', provoke him
The trunk'll get and I'll open the do'
Lungs of smoke
Got me slower than
like I'm trapped and there's nowhere to go
So I, just out the bazooka (blah)
Leave a fuckin' 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?
Grain on the wheel
it, turn it
Blow stack
I earned it, it
another amp
Pull another
Light blunt
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 always tucked in the
your eyes, see me cruisin'
'Cuz I keep winning and these boys losing
I'm, the pimp of the year
Playas is hatin' and hoes is
Look at all the hoes you
Then at all the game I got
And you can catch me creepin' on the
Luda ridin' solo, the block!