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 they really, really
Can't wit' you no mo'
Closest to you hate
So I be rollin'
I'm creepin' on the
on the low-low
Creepin on the
I be rollin', I be solo
I'm on the low
Creepin' on the
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 bragging I'm the best
Like Professor X is my rider
Read your slumdog Chamillionaire
But I accept the oscar
I ain't been 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 is about to be my new third language
Get up off of my cuz I'm legendary, I've been famous
Hispanics like adios and the Japanese is sayonara
is gonna see your Darpo I be here when you gone tomorra
I'll be that's termination
you don't 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 past and you knew my
I'm better stacked that you diss
The villian's back and venom
When I click I will never miss
I can't before I do
You coming too so em this
I put lipstick on my tip
I put it in a clip and then a kiss

[The verse 2]
Trapper turned rapper dapper then
who the you think 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 keep a chrome mouth
sippin on with a chrome mouth
In T-E-X I'm a asshole, renagade castro
Any hood all good fuckin with my cash flow
Desert eagle give a what he ask for
Solo, nigga ride dolo
Burst taped the red and black bolo
Liquored up your cup
a paper boy since jigga what
Luda Chamilitary and the
Tires burning rubber til they bald buda
Platinum plaque back to
got a ball 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, creeping lower low
Light blunt, I'm smoking the dro
Chokin', lokin', never him
The trunk'll get popped and I'll the do'
full of smoke
Got me than slow
Feel like I'm and there's nowhere to go
So I, just out the bazooka (blah)
a fuckin' hole in the flo'
Luda! I'm so wit' the flow
Trunk speakers, pocket fulla dubs
How wood could a wood chuck chuck
If a wood could chuck wood?
grippin' on the wheel
Turn it, it
another stack
I earned it, it
Blow amp
Pull tramp
Light blunt
Burn it, 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 in the side
Open your eyes, see me
'Cuz I keep winning and these boys losing
I'm, the pimp of the year
Playas is hatin' and is choosing
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!