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, fake
Can't mess you no mo'
people to you hate
So I be solo
I'm creepin' on the
Creepin' on the
on the low-low
I be rollin', I be rollin'
I'm on the low
on the low-low
Creepin' on the
I be rollin', I be rollin'
I'm on the low

[Chamillionaire 1]
I in the game with a bang
And I did it all with no
I be bragging like I'm the
Like Professor X is my ghost
Read mind slumdog Chamillionaire
But I couldn't accept the
I ain't never a actor, pussy
let me in the spot with my chopper
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
so pig latin is about to be my new third language
Get up off of my ickday cuz I'm legendary, I've been
Hispanics like adios and the is like sayonara
Africans is gonna see your Darpo I be here you gone tomorra
be back that's termination
Extermination you exist
show I'm it and you know I'm pissed
Tick tick boom and you got a hole in head
If you knew my and you knew my cash
I'm better stacked that you never
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 clip and then blow a

[The verse 2]
Trapper turned dapper then damn
who the fuck you it is
Ridin up in the
two twins
Racktop in the
24 rims
From the west side west side him
East side I'm stumblin in
Down keep a chrome mouth
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 flow
Desert give a nigga what he ask for
Solo, gotta ride dolo
Burst taped under the red and bolo
Liquored up your cup
Been a paper boy since jigga
Luda and the Shooter
burning rubber til they bald like buda
Platinum plaque to back
Nigga got a ball never go soft
fall off never not be rich
Blacked out Benz the baseball stitch
They they lovin
The way that we
I'm on my grind
They hatin but em

[Ludacris 3]
I be, lower than low
another blunt, I'm smoking the dro
Chokin', lokin', never him
The trunk'll get and I'll open the do'
Lungs full of
Got me than slow
Feel I'm trapped and there's nowhere to go
So I, just pull out the (blah)
Leave a fuckin' in the flo'
Luda! I'm so dope wit' the
Trunk fulla speakers, pocket dubs
How much could a wood chuck chuck
If a wood chuck could chuck
Grain grippin' on the
Turn it, it
another stack
I it, earned it
Blow amp
Pull another
Light another
it, burn it
Flame it up, 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 rollin' off in the
26
Leave 'em
.45 always tucked in the
Open your eyes, see me
'Cuz I keep winning and these keep losing
Plus I'm, the of the year
is hatin' and hoes is choosing
Look at all the hoes you
look at all the game I got
And you can me creepin' on the low-low
Luda solo, beatin' the block!