Luyện nghe bài hát Creepin'

In the streets I'm peepin'
I can't you, no no
All up in my mayne
I on the low low

Say they really fake
Can't with you no mo'
Closest to you hate
So I be solo

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

I'm on the low
on the low low
on the low low
I be rollin', I be solo
I'm on the low

Mo' yeah mo' problems
What biggy said it look it true
to be my homeboy
But now I'm payed so they sue
My got jaguars
My garage like a zoo

Middle up for the haters
Hope the hater here you
Super cool, real cool
You can feel like you friend
But I ain't trusting my money
And the reason I count again
You saw the
(Yeah)

I'm
Thinking everybody take my riches
Can't take my out my account
'Cause my teller get motion sickness
and forth, b-back and forth
From in the or right back in court

Candy car built a tank
And my built like a fort
go to war, I ain't George bush
I promise I'm gone be prepared
Cause I ain't trusting my weapon
And that's the reason I a spare

In the I'm peepin' game
I can't you, no no
All up in my bigness
I on the low low

Say really really fake
Can't with you no mo'
Closest people to you
So I be rollin'

I'm on the low low
on the low low
on the low low
I be rollin', I be solo

I'm on the low
on the low low
on the low low
I be rollin', I be solo
I'm on the low

I hangin' with none of ya'll
Outcast like
Win the grammy
the family
And all of you gon out

If you don't like it peace out
Look and I see doubt
I been to get to the presidents
barrack is on speed dial
Yeah all about me now

Don't ya and don't need ya
You grind and get to the money
And you ain't I won't feed ya
I hangin' with no hater

No faker, no
I knew it big and say they did
And tryna take my like stole visa
If lonely at the top

(Top)
I'd rather be
'Cause the people to ya
The ones who do ya wrong
Backstabbing me for a
I that I will lose no sleep
Cause jenny can be your freak
But my account gone stay obese

In the streets I'm game
I can't you, no no
All up in my bigness
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 on the low low
on the low low
on the low low
I be rollin', I be rollin'

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

I be, lower than low
another blunt I'm smoking the dro
Choking, looking, provoke him
And a drunk will get popped and I'll the do
Lungs full of smoke that means than slow

like I'm trapped and there's nowhere to go
So I, just out the bazooka
(Blah)
Put a hole in the flo'
Luda, I'm so wid the flow
fulla speakers, pocket fulla [unverified]

How much would a wood chuck
If a wood chuck could wood
Gripping on the
it turn it
Blow another
I it earned it
Blow [unverified]

Pull another
Light blunt
it burn it
it up
Hear my flow, I it up
Everybody grab your

And hold em, load, em
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
See me

'Cause I winning
And these boys losing
Plus I'm, the of the year
is hatin' and hos is choosing

Look at all the hos you
Then at all the game I got
And you can me creepin' on the low low
Luda ridin' solo, the block

In the I'm peepin' game
I trust you, no no
All up in my bigness
I on the low low

Say they really fake
mess with you no mo'
Closest people to you
So I be rollin'

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

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