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
Can't mess you no mo'
Closest people to you
So I be rollin'
I'm creepin' on the
Creepin' on the
Creepin on the
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 like I'm the best
Like X is my ghost rider
Read mind slumdog Chamillionaire
But I couldn't the oscar
I ain't never a actor, pussy
wouldn't let me in the spot my chopper
they they run shit(backwards)the industry is backwards to me
All the is on the net
And all the nerds that they in the streets
Bi-lingual so pig latin is about to be my new third
Get up off of my cuz I'm legendary, I've been famous
Hispanics like and the Japanese is like sayonara
Africans is gonna see your Darpo I be here when you gone
I'll be back termination
Extermination you don't
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 and you knew my cash
I'm better that you never diss
The back and venom black
When I click 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 a kiss

[The Game 2]
Trapper turned dapper then damn
who the you think it is
Ridin up in the
Totin two
in the wind
24 inch
From the west west side it's him
East side I'm in timbs
Down south keep a mouth
on sizzurp with a chrome mouth
In I'm a asshole, renagade like castro
Any hood it's all fuckin with my cash flow
Desert eagle give a what he ask for
Solo, nigga gotta ride
Burst taped the red and black bolo
Liquored up your cup
Been a paper boy since what
Luda and the Shooter
Tires burning rubber til they bald buda
plaque back to back
Nigga got a nigga never go soft
Never fall off never not be
Blacked out Benz the baseball stitch
They clutchin they
The way that we
I'm on my grind
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 slower slow
Feel like I'm trapped and there's to go
So I, just out the bazooka (blah)
Leave a fuckin' hole in the
Luda! I'm so dope the flow
Trunk fulla speakers, pocket dubs
How much wood could a chuck chuck
If a wood chuck chuck wood?
Grain on the wheel
it, turn it
Blow another
I it, earned it
Blow amp
Pull another
Light another
it, burn it
Flame it up, hear my flow, I 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 rollin' off in the
26
Leave 'em
.45 always in the side
Open eyes, see me cruisin'
'Cuz I keep winning and these boys keep
Plus I'm, the pimp of the
Playas is and hoes is choosing
at all the hoes you losing
Then at all the game I got
And you can catch me creepin' on the
Luda ridin' solo, the block!