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 stay on the
Say really, really fake
mess wit' you no mo'
Closest people to you
So I be solo
I'm creepin' on the
on the low-low
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

[Chamillionaire 1]
I came in the game with a
And I did it all with no
I be like I'm the best
Like Professor X is my rider
Read your slumdog Chamillionaire
But I couldn't accept the
I ain't never a actor, pussy
wouldn't let me in the spot with my
think they run shit(backwards)the industry is backwards to me
All the is on the net
And all the nerds claim 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
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
you don't exist
I'll show I'm it and you I'm pissed
Tick tick boom and you got a in your head
If you knew my past and you knew my
I'm better stacked that you never
The villian's back and venom
When I click clack I never miss
I can't before I do
You too so tell em this
I put on my hollow tip
I put it in a clip and then a kiss

[The verse 2]
Trapper turned rapper dapper damn
who the you think it is
up in the benz
Totin two
Racktop in the
24 rims
the west side west side it's him
East side I'm stumblin in
Down south keep a chrome
sippin on with a chrome mouth
In T-E-X I'm a asshole, like castro
Any hood it's all good fuckin with my cash
Desert eagle give a what he ask for
Solo, nigga gotta dolo
Burst taped the red and black bolo
up fill your cup
Been a paper boy since jigga
Luda Chamilitary and the
Tires burning til they bald like buda
Platinum plaque back to
Nigga got a ball never go soft
Never off never not be rich
Blacked out Benz with the baseball
They clutchin lovin
The way we thuggin
I'm on my grind
They but fuck em

[Ludacris 3]
I be, creeping lower low
another blunt, I'm smoking the dro
Chokin', lokin', provoke him
The trunk'll get popped and open the do'
full of smoke
Got me slower than
Feel like I'm trapped and there's to go
So I, just pull out the (blah)
a fuckin' hole in the flo'
Luda! I'm so dope wit' the
fulla speakers, pocket fulla dubs
How much wood could a chuck chuck
If a chuck could chuck wood?
grippin' on the wheel
Turn it, it
Blow another
I it, earned it
another amp
Pull another
Light blunt
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 eyes, see me cruisin'
'Cuz I keep and these boys keep losing
Plus I'm, the pimp of the
is hatin' and hoes is choosing
Look at all the hoes you
Then look at all the I got
And you can me creepin' on the low-low
Luda ridin' solo, the block!