Luyện nghe bài hát Creepin' Solo (Remix)

[Chamillionaire
In the streets, I'm game
I can't you, no no
All up in my business,
I on the low-low
Say they really, really
Can't wit' you no mo'
Closest to you hate
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
on the low-low
Creepin' on the
I be rollin', I be solo
I'm on the low

verse 1]
I came in the game a bang
And I did it all no cosigner
I be like I'm the best
Like Professor X is my rider
Read mind slumdog Chamillionaire
But I couldn't accept the
I ain't never been a actor,
let me in the spot with my chopper
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 is about to be my new third language
Get up off of my ickday cuz I'm legendary, been famous
Hispanics like and the Japanese is like sayonara
is gonna see your Darpo I be here when you gone tomorra
I'll be back that's
Extermination you exist
I'll show I'm it and you know I'm
Tick tick boom and you got a in your head
If you knew my and you knew my cash
I'm better stacked you never diss
The villian's back and venom
I click clack I will 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 and then blow a kiss

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

[Ludacris 3]
I be, creeping lower low
Light another blunt, I'm the dro
Chokin', lokin', provoke him
The get popped and I'll open the do'
full of smoke
Got me than slow
Feel I'm trapped and there's nowhere to go
So I, just out the bazooka (blah)
Leave a fuckin' hole in the
Luda! I'm so wit' the flow
fulla speakers, pocket fulla dubs
How much wood could a wood chuck
If a wood chuck could wood?
Grain grippin' on the
it, turn it
Blow another
I earned it, it
another amp
Pull tramp
Light blunt
it, burn it
Flame it up, my flow, I changed it up
grab 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
Leave 'em
.45 always tucked in the
Open eyes, see me cruisin'
'Cuz I keep winning and these boys keep
Plus I'm, the of the year
Playas is and hoes is choosing
Look at all the hoes you
Then at all the game I got
And you can catch me on the low-low
Luda solo, beatin' the block!