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

[Chamillionaire 1]
I in the game with a bang
And I did it all no cosigner
I be like I'm the best
Like Professor X is my rider
your mind slumdog Chamillionaire
But I couldn't accept the
I ain't never been a actor,
wouldn't let me in the spot with my
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 language
Get up off of my cuz I'm legendary, I've been famous
Hispanics like adios and the is like sayonara
is gonna see your Darpo I be here when you gone tomorra
I'll be back termination
Extermination you don't
I'll show I'm it and you I'm pissed
Tick tick and you got a hole in your head
If you my past and you knew my cash
I'm better that you never diss
The villian's back and venom
When I click clack I never miss
I can't lose I do
You too so tell em this
I put lipstick on my tip
I put it in a clip and then a kiss

[The Game 2]
Trapper turned rapper dapper then
who the fuck you it is
up in the benz
Totin two
Racktop in the
24 inch
From the west side side it's him
East I'm stumblin in timbs
south keep a chrome mouth
sippin on sizzurp with a mouth
In T-E-X I'm a asshole, renagade like
Any hood it's all fuckin with my cash flow
Desert eagle give a nigga he ask for
Solo, nigga gotta dolo
Burst taped the red and black bolo
up fill your cup
Been a boy since jigga what
Luda and the Shooter
Tires rubber til they bald like buda
plaque back to back
Nigga got a nigga never go soft
Never fall off never not be
Blacked out with the baseball stitch
They clutchin they
The way that we
I'm back on my
They but fuck em

[Ludacris 3]
I be, creeping lower low
another blunt, I'm smoking the dro
Chokin', lokin', never him
The trunk'll get and I'll open the do'
full of smoke
Got me slower than
Feel I'm trapped and there's 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, pocket fulla
How wood could a wood chuck chuck
If a wood chuck chuck wood?
Grain grippin' on the
it, turn it
Blow stack
I earned it, it
another amp
Pull tramp
Light another
it, burn it
Flame it up, hear my flow, I 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 off in the ride
26
Leave 'em
.45 tucked in the side
Open your eyes, see me
'Cuz I keep winning and these keep losing
Plus I'm, the pimp of the
Playas is hatin' and is choosing
Look at all the hoes you
look at all the game I got
And you can catch me creepin' on the
Luda ridin' solo, the block!