Luyện nghe bài hát Creepin' Solo (Remix)

[Chamillionaire
In the streets, I'm game
I trust you, no no
All up in my business,
I on the low-low
Say they really, fake
mess wit' 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 solo
I'm on the low
Creepin' on the
on the low-low
I be rollin', I be solo
I'm on the low

verse 1]
I came in the game with a
And I did it all no cosigner
I be bragging like I'm the
Like Professor X is my rider
Read your slumdog Chamillionaire
But I couldn't the oscar
I never been a actor, pussy
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 nerds claim they in the streets
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
Africans is gonna see your Darpo I be here when you tomorra
I'll be back that's
Extermination you don't
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 my cash
I'm stacked that you never diss
The villian's back and black
I click clack I will never miss
I can't before I do
You coming too so em this
I put on my hollow tip
I put it in a and then blow a kiss

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

[Ludacris 3]
I be, lower than low
Light another blunt, I'm the dro
Chokin', lokin', provoke him
The trunk'll get popped and open the do'
Lungs full of
Got me slower than
Feel like I'm and there's nowhere to go
So I, just pull out the (blah)
Leave a fuckin' in the flo'
Luda! I'm so dope the flow
Trunk fulla speakers, pocket dubs
How wood could a wood chuck chuck
If a chuck could chuck wood?
Grain on the wheel
it, turn it
Blow stack
I it, earned it
Blow amp
Pull tramp
Light blunt
Burn it, it
it up, hear my flow, I changed 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
'em defenseless
.45 tucked in the side
your eyes, see me cruisin'
'Cuz I keep and these boys keep losing
Plus I'm, the pimp of the
Playas is hatin' and is choosing
Look at all the you losing
look at all the game I got
And you can catch me on the low-low
Luda ridin' solo, the block!