Luyện nghe bài hát Creepin' (solo)

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

Say they really really
mess with you no mo'
Closest to you hate
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

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

finger up for the haters
Hope the hater isn't you
Super cool, that's cool
You can feel like you gotta
But I ain't trusting my counter
And that's the I count again
You saw the
(Yeah)

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

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

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

Say they really fake
Can't with you no mo'
people to you hate
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 solo
I'm on the low

I ain't hangin' none of ya'll
Outcast like
Win the grammy
Guard the
And all of you gon out

If you like it then peace out
around and I see doubt
I been to get to the presidents
Like is on speed dial
Yeah it's all me now

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

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

(Top)
I'd be alone
'Cause the closest to ya
The who guna do ya wrong
me for a broad
I promise that I will no sleep
Cause jenny crank can be freak
But my bank account stay obese

In the streets I'm peepin'
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 to you hate
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 rollin'
I'm on the low

I be, creeping lower low
Light another blunt I'm the dro
Choking, looking, never him
And a drunk will get popped and I'll the do
Lungs full of that means slower than slow

Feel like I'm trapped and there's to go
So I, just out the bazooka
(Blah)
Put a fuckin' in the flo'
Luda, I'm so dope wid the
Trunk fulla speakers, pocket doe

How much would a chuck chuck
If a wood chuck could chuck
Gripping on the
it turn it
Blow stack
I it earned it
Blow amp

another tram
Light another
Burn it it
it up
Hear my flow, I it up
grab your gats

And em, load, sock em
Lock em, em
And aim it up
it up
Off in the sky
Catch me rollin' off in the

26
em defenseless
45 tucked in the side
your eyes
See me

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

at all the hos you losing
Then at all the game I got
And you can catch me on the low low
Luda solo, beatin' 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
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 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