Luyện nghe bài hát Creepin'

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

Say really really fake
mess 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 said it look like it true
to be my homeboy
But now I'm payed so tryna sue
My garage got
My garage like a zoo

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

I'm
Thinking everybody take my riches
take my money out my account
'Cause my bank get motion sickness
and forth, b-back and forth
From in the streets or right back in

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

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

Say really really fake
mess 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 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 ain't with none of ya'll
like [unverified]
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 barrack is on speed
Yeah it's all me now

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

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

(Top)
I'd be alone
the closest people to ya
The who guna do ya wrong
Backstabbing me for a
I promise I will lose no sleep
Cause jenny crank can be your
But my bank gone stay obese

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

Say really really fake
mess with you no mo'
Closest people to you
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

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

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

How would a wood chuck chuck
If a wood chuck chuck wood
on the wheel
Turn it it
Blow another
I it earned it
another [unverified]

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

And hold em, load, em
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
your eyes
See me

I keep winning
And these keep losing
Plus I'm, the pimp of the
Playas is hatin' and hos is

Look at all the hos you
Then at all the game I got
And you can me creepin' 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 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