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 rollin'
I'm on the low
Creepin' on the
on the low-low
I be rollin', I be rollin'
I'm on the low

verse 1]
I came in the with a bang
And I did it all no cosigner
I be like I'm the best
Like X is my ghost rider
Read your mind Chamillionaire
But I accept the oscar
I ain't never a actor, pussy
wouldn't let me in the spot with my
they think run shit(backwards)the industry 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 ickday cuz I'm legendary, I've been
Hispanics like adios and the Japanese is sayonara
Africans is gonna see your Darpo I be here when you tomorra
I'll be that's termination
you don't exist
I'll show I'm it and you know I'm
Tick boom and you got a hole in your head
If you knew my past and you knew my
I'm better stacked you never diss
The villian's back and venom
When I click clack I will never
I lose before I do
You coming too so tell em
I put on my hollow tip
I put it in a clip and then blow a

[The Game 2]
Trapper turned rapper dapper damn
who the fuck you 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 mouth
sippin on sizzurp with a chrome
In T-E-X I'm a asshole, renagade castro
Any hood it's all fuckin with my cash flow
Desert eagle a nigga what he ask for
Solo, nigga ride dolo
Burst taped the red and black bolo
Liquored up fill cup
a paper boy since jigga what
Luda Chamilitary and the
Tires burning rubber til bald like buda
Platinum plaque to back
got a ball nigga never go soft
Never fall off not be rich
Blacked out Benz with the baseball
clutchin they lovin
The way that we
I'm on my grind
They hatin but em

[Ludacris 3]
I be, creeping lower low
another blunt, I'm smoking the dro
Chokin', lokin', never him
The trunk'll get popped and open the do'
Lungs of smoke
Got me slower than
Feel like I'm and there's nowhere to go
So I, pull out the bazooka (blah)
a fuckin' hole in the flo'
Luda! I'm so dope wit' the
Trunk fulla speakers, fulla dubs
How much could a wood chuck chuck
If a wood chuck could chuck
grippin' on the wheel
Turn it, it
Blow stack
I earned it, it
another amp
Pull another
Light another
Burn it, it
it up, hear my flow, I changed it up
Everybody grab your gats and '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
your eyes, see me cruisin'
'Cuz I winning and these boys keep losing
Plus I'm, the of the year
is hatin' and hoes is choosing
Look at all the you losing
Then at all the game I got
And you can me creepin' on the low-low
ridin' solo, beatin' the block!